Leaving

No one can say with any certainty what other people’s lives are made of.

The stranger or the old person crossing our path on the street may be an astronaut or a fighter pilot, cherishing each moment of his or her life as a treasure carefully hidden from probing eyes. An old woman, born in a bygone era and living by herself, may possibly refashion her interior world every second. A universe unfolds, filled with unheard of wonders, redefining and reshaping any concept or idea society bestowed upon her. Equal parts reality and fantasy, the result is a multitude of alternate universes in which everyone can behold all the beauty of the world at every moment.