desiring amnesia.

I've been distracted, but I'm not sure by what.

Something is drawing my attention away from what is real,

away from the world in front of me.

Something is filling my head with haze,

a blanket of smog that smothers the senses.

Something doesn't want me to move forward,

but can't keep me in the past.

Something is stopping time,

and I've stopped along with it.

photos by tang chan.

if life was like the story books we read.

I haven't had time to write pretty lines and search for ghostly photographs.

the dark moon scooped me up, and took me to a place I only knew of in my dreams.

It was a memory place, a secret place. A place I wish I could never leave.

to be unchanged but completely different

powerful suggestions

if you go to their meeting place,
if you go to their homes,
if you go to their forests,
you'd never know unless
you were invited forward.

lighthouses will ensue...

(this is just a step between)























photographs by Sarah Wilmer.

running wild.

You won't catch me here, nor there.
I've gone away, and have yet to arrive anywhere.





















photographs by Martin Pisotti