A Solitary Being

 

She was strange don’t you see…

In this Tinder age

Swiping for a good time

Setting up a profile to hook a good match

She’d been foreign to it all

A touch. A kiss. A heart longing for another.

She was an alien to intimacy

An onlooker to infatuation and passion

Was she a weird phenomenon?

The only one created of its kind?

Manufactured to remain singular

Until the end of time?

 

 

Photography by George Gvasalia

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