Daisies are my heartflower. I search for them everywhere—reminders of resilience in the mundane, proof that beauty isn’t solitary but communal. Once, I knelt before a daisy in the rain, believing myself to be alone. The sky was heavy, the world pared down to shades of black and white, as if grief itself had stripped the color away. But as I looked through my camera lens, it felt she knew she was being seen. And in that moment, I understood: I was not alone either.

Isolation is an illusion. We belong. Not as singular beings, but as multitudes, as part of a vast and living world. This multispecied, impossibly interconnected world is a companion, dissolving loneliness into something older, something wilder, something true.