Rubinstein Photo | Portrait, Agricultural, Lifestyle, Healthcare Photographer | Minneapolis, Minnesota
He has a name. He’s alive, flesh and blood, breathing, living. But he sees himself as a ghost, a shell of his former self, before, before things changed. He tells stories of rivers too, just like me. But his rivers have different names, and his rivers are from a different time, the time where he’s still lost. Rivers with names like Mekong, rivers where there were shots ringing, from both sides, rivers where the mere mention brings tears and more, more ghosts. Most of those ghosts stayed behind, but a lot came back too. That’s how we met ours, and that’s where we stand. In between, unsure, where the mere mention brings tears and more, more spirits left behind. We let him down, we all let so many of them decay, get lost, be forgotten, left alone and broken. We let this one stop by, in hopes that perhaps one small glimpse, the feeling of being seen, might bring one moment of joy.