JASON NAYLOR: She walked straight ahead, with her head held high, like she knew a shortcut to nowhere. A crowd appeared to be following her, but couldn’t keep up when she stopped to ponder. She never looked back to see where she was going, and looked to the stars to see where she had been. I tried to catch her eyes with mine but they slid away like oil paint in water. She wanted me to be as close to her, as she was far from me. I could feel it, though I couldn’t see it. But she could. She could see me. She. Art by Jason Naylor