Sunday, April 13, 2008

Fragments of Myself

The hiss of the record plays on, slow riffs from Jim O’Rourke, Hawai’ian vibes and drunken yesterdays all sink in. Alone in a room with droplets cracking the window. Lazy days are now everything, I’ll sleep again. I’ll wake and do it all over again.
A month of no work, a month away from everything, and I’ll just sleep, walk, swim, and breath sea air in. I’ll drift away, sink my hands into sand, and make my way to the sea.

Each photograph I take is a fragment of my memories, each one triggers a different part of me. Some memories are forgotten, some are thrown away, but these will remain close and remind me of that month away on an island in the sun.

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