Persistence, Memory, Time
Have you ever met someone who makes you question everything you’ve ever wanted?
In the bedroom they used to share, the real estate agent opens the blinds, letting in the mid- morning sun, then walks toward the desk and jots down her first notes: Office chair required. Small plant. Too many books.
How do you photograph silence? Is it represented by an empty room? A sleeping baby? A seascape? Such photos may lend a sense of quiet to the onlooker, but in reality, such scenes are not silent.
Hauling my suitcase up the unevenly-paved alley, I glance at the second-storey room I share with Komal.
Mister Pope stood in line at the Bank D’Amemzionne, where he’d come to make his regular cash withdrawal to cover the upcoming week’s expenses.
Have you ever met someone who makes you question everything you’ve ever wanted?
He’s the sweet taste of strawberries on fluffy shortcake, with eyes that reflect an enormous Heart that’s displayed prominently on his sleeve.
The listing requires dimensions, and so there is the inevitable internal struggle. Laziness. Disorganization… Cannot find the measuring tape. Can she guess its proper size?
How do you photograph silence? Is it represented by an empty room? A sleeping baby? A seascape?
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