I recently moved back to Bergen after living in a small town along the Mediterranean for several years. If I closed my eyes for even a moment, I could still feel the gentle Mediterranean breeze on my skin. I was caught between the two places, unable to let go of my Mediterranean life completely yet unable to fully embrace the city that lay herself before me. But as the memories began to fade, I began to awaken to my surroundings and increasingly threw myself into photographing the streets of Bergen and her urban loneliness. What came forth were images of solitary figures in an urban setting, for they represented my own personal plight as I ventured forth to find my place in this new yet familiar city. I would wander the streets alone, reacquainting myself with once-familiar venues, almost as if I was searching for something I couldn't quite define. Loneliness doesn’t need to be negative. Actually, when left to my own personal thoughts and reflections, it added beauty to my life, and I gradually reawakened to the peaceful calmness and aesthetic that makes for an experience no other city can provide.