The North End Divide
A visual, written, and recorded story by Danielle Werner. I can feel the pressure building up inside, I know I have to choose soon. Don't make me decide.
A visual, written, and recorded story by Danielle Werner. I can feel the pressure building up inside, I know I have to choose soon. Don't make me decide.
A visual, written, and recorded story by Danielle Werner. I forgot how close the mountain was. Most mornings, the sky is cloaked in a fiery haze from burning smokestacks of trash below.
A visual, written, and recorded story by Danielle Werner. I don't know it's still just the beginning, but there is definitely a new routine of no routine.
A visual, written, and recorded story by Danielle Werner. A cool breeze fights its way through the dry desert heat and stops my mind and body instantly.
A visual, written, and recorded story by Danielle Werner. We arrive just before 4 am and I take off running for the shore. It's not until my feet hit the cool sand that I realize how dark it is here.
A visual, written, and recorded story by Danielle Werner. The clouds roll in as mist fills the spaces between the distant city walls. I search for Liberty but she is lost to the night's rain. So, I smile at the wet wind, wondering again how I got here and why.
A visual, written, and recorded story by Danielle Werner. As I descend under the pier, I'm distracted by a blue heron fishing for his breakfast. He sees me but doesn't care. Again, my mind struggles with what to do next.
A visual, written, and recorded story by Danielle Werner. The fire crackles right behind me and I can still hear them sharing their childhood stories. My eyes wander towards the black sky, as the stars begin to blink into sight.
A visual, written, and recorded story by Danielle Werner. The light is disappearing. Fading fast, I feel the need to follow it. I have to see where it's going. But it's too late. It's too dark. I'll never catch it.
A visual, written, and recorded story by Danielle Werner. Where am I? Winding in and out of the tunnels, I see only a glimpse of the new landscape as I leave Italy and cross into Switzerland. But then the glimpse is gone as quickly as it comes, lost to the darkness.