“Their stories fells upon me as waves. The more I listened, the farther away I got. And though, after years, I could hear their punchlines coming, I could weigh their contradictions like lemons on a scale and count their crinkled inaccuracies—even within their private realms of truth—they never became familiar. That intimacy, grown out of their need to tell and my having, simply, to be there, became a kind of insulation against knowing them. So in the end, how could I knock them for wanting to be alone? Hadn’t I, in all those visits, buoyed myself in their stories just to stay apart?”
—from “The Visitor”
(Words and images by © Chris Bronsk 2014.)
Chris Bronsk 
Thanks, Dave! Glad you liked them.
whoa….powerful words, powerful images! ~ Dave