If you want to get to the core of identity, it doesn’t get any simpler than this: one minute you are present. And the next minute, all the bits are there, they just don’t add up to the same thing anymore.
These photos are powerful and beautiful and in some ways frightening, and the stories to go with the pictures made me cry. I suggest having a bit of time and privacy to view this photo-essay.
Found via dooce
