Funny, how even six empty beds in a dorm room, filled the night before with people who said hello and meant it, can leave one with a cavernous hollowness. Across the globe — and across the heart that dwells on the globe, beating in rooms and with people — there are myriad forms of pain. Empty beds, sometimes, are but one.
About Joel Carillet
Joel is a Tennessee-based photographer and writer who spends about half of each year overseas, chronicling people and places. To help support his work, please visit: www.patreon.com/joelcarillet