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Splinters
From birth, each of us sets about to discover who we really are. But when trauma occurs, we create ways to survive. Often, we split into pieces and abandon the most vulnerable parts of ourselves. Boxing them up into tidy packages and tossing them away. Later, we spend our lives looking for these parcels, hoping [...]
Posted in Photography, Writing Also tagged Self-portrait
About friendship
I stood on the corner of Haight and Masonic in front of the Magnolia Brewery on a sunny May afternoon, pathetically sobbing into my phone, wondering why she had done it, wondering whether someone would find me pretty again, wondering how soon I might catch the next flight back east, wondering if Jetblue would even [...]
Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999)
I wrote about one of my favorite films for brightwalldarkroom:
ALWAYS SEE EVERYTHING
Jim Jarmusch’s Ghost Dog tells the story of a modern hip-hop Samurai warrior, carrier pigeon keeper, and hit man who, for the last ten years, has followed Buddhist principles and the code set forth in the Hagakure. Like most of Jarmusch’s films, the setting [...]
Posted in Bright Wall Dark Room, Writing Tagged Writing
What happens to people
I am lying awake in a new bed in a new city, light air, translucent blue light, and yet I still cannot sleep. A tide of nausea washes over me periodically as I hear shouts coming from outside and I think about what’s become of my life. I resurrect fond memories and past lives to [...]
Posted in Photography, Writing Tagged Writing
I know this much is true
Glaciers look magnificent as they glide towards the sea with the speed of a tortoise, setting afloat massive chunks of frozen fresh water into nature’s own elegant works of art.
The sound of ice is like that of a whisper from distant times, and manifests from the oxygen in the ice, which makes the ice speak [...]
Revelation
During the summer after my senior year of high school, I decided to take a trip alone on a somewhat secluded trail in the Adirondacks for a couple of nights. I’d been on this particular trail with a couple of friends the year before. There were lean-tos on several of the small lakes along [...]
Mother of Pearl
I recently came across this song after not hearing it for a very long time; I’d almost forgotten how much I like it, how fun a good song can suddenly make my day, especially one about finding those little pearls in your life that you hold onto with all your might.
In light of recent transitions [...]
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