26 days without taking a picture. Too sick to sleep. Too sick to move.
Things you catch out of the corner of your eyes.
Nightmares or waking dreams.
This has been my most unproductive year in recent memory.
No ideas, no use for silver. I miss it.
The thing that defines you cannot abandon you.
Until it does.
Time to go dark again. All I need is an idea.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
The suicidal mirror
It was an old mirror, and silvered, and very tired. It was determined to cast no more reflections.
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