Two years is a long time to spend anywhere, let alone on a resort island where the guests change every week, and the only constants are the tides and the people working behind the scenes. Leaving the last island meant leaving behind more than just a place—I left behind connections, routines, familiarity. And now, I’m here, at Sun Siyam Olhuveli, knowing I’ll probably have to do it all over again.

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Volume 3 of These Islands Won’t Remember Me isn’t just about capturing another resort; it’s about the cycle of building something, knowing it won’t last, and doing it anyway. It’s like Sisyphus pushing the boulder up the mountain, but you gotta imagine Sisyphus happy.

But at the end of the day, as a photographer, I reached new heights. My skills got better, and I learned a lot of new things. Every shoot, every edit, every moment behind the lens pushed me further. No matter how much they tried to break me, they couldn’t take that away.