Emerging from years of depression, I began reflecting on the factors and events in my life that had the greatest impact on shaping my personality. I chose a form of self-analysis that felt most natural to me. Through a selection of photographs spanning several years, I created a kind of notebook—an allegory of myself, my personality, and my identity.

Close your eyes.
Imagine a world filled with love, disappointment, drugs, responsibility, travel, alcohol, sex, romance, wealth, poverty, defeatism, dreams, hedonism, abstraction, depression, and doubt.
Open your eyes.
Look at the photographs of Dash Snow. Ask yourself:
Is what you imagined truly the most intense thing you could conceive?

Close your eyes again.
Think about how you were born to dream.
How the only thing you dream of is love—
Beautiful, passionate love.
A love full of conscious sensuality.
Unfulfilled.
Read the poetry of Walt Whitman.
Could you describe love from your dreams in this way?

Close your eyes.
Imagine that your life consists of chapters, and that you have seven lives.
In each one, you are someone different.

You drank liters of vodka.
Mixed every possible chemical substance—
Swallowing, inhaling, rubbing, snorting.
You had countless lovers.
Spent years of your life traveling.
You regret nothing.
You fulfilled your dreams.

You are whole; you long for nothing.

You live with the vision of a woman you believe is the most wonderful, the one and only.
And you imprint that vision onto every lover you meet,
Waiting for her to transform through that imprinting—
Into the ideal, with her heavy character, whom you could take care of.
Years will pass, along with faces and bodies.
And one thing will remain unchanged—all of them will be the same as your vision.
And what will hurt the most is the fading dream of those visions.