I went to New York to embrace my sadness, heartbreak, and longing for things that no longer exist. I went to see friends that know me as a happy, engaged person. I went to eat pizza. Walking till leg muscles ached, drinking single shots of espresso for the first time in years, napping in my friends studio, a stranger in Bryant Park telling me, "Don't worry man, you'll find love again", staying up all night to walk in Manhattan, photographing children playing with giant bubbles....everyone deals with their grief differently. I take pictures in the best and worst of times. I don't really know what else to do.