Photographer Bonnie Briant never intended to tell a long-form narrative with her photographs, but somehow one began to emerge from her work. “I don’t construct any narrative for the pictures, either physically or mentally,” she says.

“The narrative is me, my story line, which makes them simpler on one hand and much more complex on the other. The work started with my memory, the way I process and hold onto it. From there it turned into a collection of time, or rooms, or afternoons—a personal anthropology of sorts. Sometimes I wish I could move something or pretend it happened another way, but in the end I like being left with the blunt reality of the film because it is something I