ink.

one of Lorca's best lines
is,
"agony, always
agony ..."
think of this when you
kill a
cockroach or
pick up a razor to
shave
or awaken in the morning
to
face the
sun.

I am currently digging in the sand of old pictures. This is dated September 2006. I was there to leave another trace, like a thousand people more did during summer. Luckily, the sun shined on me while i was there, and i waved back.

Sorry for yesterday; i woke up from this dream where i had cancer feeling sick, with nausea and all the nasty stuff. I’ll try to find some pics to make up for the loss.

Did i ever mention that i don’t like nature pics either? Dunno why i still take ‘em.

Set your clock by your heart/ Work’s overrated and it will kill you

I’m sorry for the quality. I went shopping a few days ago and caught just a tiny glimpse of the sunset. I was lucky to have the camera with me.

Burnt by the sun is one of my favourite movies, i am so looking forward to meeting Nikita Mihkalhov this year. I tend to disagree with this translation, i overall think that the French, or even the Romanian one which is very similar are much better and of course more representative.

p.s. I’m not usually impressed by sunset pics, nor am i by this one. It just reminded me of the movie.

The main reason why i took this was because it looked like the interior part of a seashell. No artsy-fartsy pretentia here.

As you probably noticed, my pictures didn’t come by themselves. 69 series was inspired by Ionut Chiva’s novel 69, that being what triggered my wish of taking those photos too. It was a great novel ( i still don’t know if i am to call it that way), i read it a couple of times because i didn’t quite like it at first, but then i realized it has some deep meaning i hadn’t been aware of.

Then again this made it clear for me that i cannot shoot without some kind of support, so expect connections between my pictures and whatever i’m writing. That being said, go read the novel, though you probably won’t like it, and check out the pictures to come.

Every night I wait for them to jump on me. That’s nothing, I cling to one or two and we go together, isn’t it so?

/all for nothing blues/

Some children are playing and there’s this little funny girl among them, but I’m afraid to look at her because you know, people talk. It feels like no angel sits near me.

In the hot room, floating like an UFO above the frantic town, I drink, I sleep, I wake up… This tiny black rat in my chest stopped with a dizzy look. It leans on his back paws like a dog left all alone in the middle of a dining room. It just sits, all sad and slouchy and once in a while it rubs its muzzle and looks around.

& it feels

like the world is on fire

& I feel

like I’m going down.