These pictures are seven questions about leaving and staying. But they are also seven confessions about privilege, as well as seven denials of death. They are also the seven kinds of cake that can be eaten on a grassy hill above a river, not to mention those blissful seven days spent before I found out that there was this thing called the internet. But most of all these are seven ways to say I love you to seventy times seven people who aren’t here anymore.






