memories of underdevelopment

I've always lived through the reflection of others. I feel I'm always trying to communicate something incommunicable, to feel something I've haven't experienced. Wondering, if I am for others, what am I for? I try to speak with the voice of another, experiencing the one thing that makes me, me. This photos are not a series. Are excerpts of memories I've recollected, people who meant something to me, places I used to visit. Portraying love, loneliness, uncertainty.