People Who Owe Me Nothing

People reveal to strangers what they won’t reveal to friends. 
There’s no consequence, no judgment that sticks, no version of themselves to maintain.

Everyone here gave me something they didn’t have to. Their time. Their face. Fragments of their story.
I’m a stranger with a camera. They owe me nothing, I owe them nothing.
That lack of debt is exactly what makes honesty possible.

These photographs are the receipts of that exchange.