The feeling of loneliness translates itself to me as a claustrophobic feeling, as if everything around me is taking up more space than it should, and I’m left with no moving or breathing space.
Only visual details remain. Those details reflect a part of me; the reason why I’m in that place, what that place means to me, what attracts me or what 

repulses me.
I was forced to be confronted with myself, my flaws and my fears, and through my images I found a way to connect with myself and the world around me.

Solace; comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness.