I used to know this city. It’s people. I’ve spent my whole life photographing them.
The government keeps telling us the city’s safe, that no contamination has spread from the Quarantine Zone. But it doesn’t matter. So many people have left. Fleeing from something they can’t see…
I wanted to document what’s happening to the people here. But since the explosion, since the construction of the Quarantine Zone, my photographs are different.
Is it despair? Confusion? Rage? Fear?
Everything’s changed. I need to shine a light in the dark. See what crawls out.