What does it mean to be young? For me, it’s being lost in a world I don’t understand, surrounded by people who seem equally, or even more lost than myself. It is standing in the rain and watching your friends smoke cigarettes in the garden of their Glasgow tenement flat. It is watching the dynamics of a young couple and being confused and scared by the commitment of love. It is friendships deepening and becoming more complex which each encounter and the little moments shared around a battered old coffee table, watching short films. Moments so small that they can pass as insignificant, until you look back at the photographs a realise that you won’t always be young.