back & forth
a new year scanning a roll of film in one room an old Field Mice album plays in another memories slightly removed a chance meeting and a twinge of regret resolution is just out of reach »
movement
I wanted to go for a walk after dinner but I feared the waves might overtake me somewhere out on an empty street washing me up, bug-eyed and confused in somebody’s driveway. things aren’t like they used to be I’m at war with my body but it always has the last laugh. »
permission to get lost
there are few things as joyful as getting lost in a small town in another country, camera in hand. »
the map is not the territory
being there isn’t the same as thinking about being there it’s hot and most times you’re not entirely sure what’ll happen next. your vocabulary is limited to simple things and it seems everything takes forever. some moments you feel you may actually die from worry but when you’re back home idly tapping your desk at work on a stuffy afternoon you’ll wish you were anywhere but here. »
in-between
some days it’s just out of reach i’ve never slept with the television on but i’m drawn to songs that mention doing so some days it’s just out of focus i thought i loved doing this thing but it’s falling from my empty hands i’m waiting for the what’s next I can’t catch it but at some moment it’ll kick me just when I’m not looking. »