I listen to Baba Maal’s Mi Yeewnii and I start to understand how some can express what they feel through music. I don’t understand a word of what is being said but the music speaks to me. It’s sad and lonely, somehow describes the feeling of pure loss but with the joy of having someone to miss…

I often look at girls and think, what if that was you, how gentle would I be with them, how giving and caring I could be, and realise how much I have lost by not having you. I want to take pictures of nature: I have trouble interacting with people now. I’m more irritated, less patient, less interested. I fee like hanging on to something that is only in my imagination. Things make sense less and less.