For the abandoned and the neglected, for the overflow of life there is a safe house. It is both a home of hope and a home of sorrow. I am conflicted. I find myself drawn into each of their faces, their emotions, and I am held in that moment as they are. A reverse image is made of me, my camera, my presence. I am long forgotten by them now, but the conflict, the guilt is my being able to turn and walk away from their corner of the world and just vanish. They have shared their very essence in that brief moment, and I find myself... well, I have given nothing.