By chris-chris92 on Skatehive
Last night was a strange night for me... I mean, I finished working relatively early, at a good hour. I had time to upload the corresponding post to HIVE, and I was able to take care of my responsibilities as a mother without any issues. For about a week now, a close friend has been going through a breakup process, from a personal relationship that, although it never quite became an official relationship, felt extremely real to him. This post tells the story of the path of a boy who is sad, on a night full of deep nostalgia... I must begin by saying that these photographs, where his face is shown, were taken with his consent and approval. For me, ethics are fundamental, and as his friend, I feel obligated to protect him while also preserving my own integrity. Now then, I start by saying that the sadness I have seen in him moves me. However, my more analytical mindset makes it impossible for me to fully put myself in his place. I saw many things that simply, sooner or later, were bound