Tall black walls that reach the sky to shape a safe, secure place where doubts discard and fears are lost and all is happy. But these dark walls confine the quiescent denizen and after time, truth becomes untrue.
Black fortifications trap beauty in but also hold beauty out. Living on the other side the muted song of soft rain, the blacked out voice of authenticity and of course, hurt and pain. These sweet gifts denied.

words by malai carrara
photography courtesy nausher banaji