Tuesday Morning. Or was it? Monday, May 10, 2010 |
Recently I seem to have lost track of time.
I try to reflect and nothing quite brings a sense of familiarity.
Perhaps I'm too distracted.
I feel like a pilgrim, trekking through a desert.
Locked on to a compass, adhering to a strict direction.
It reaches a point where, everything starts to melt into sameness.
And I try to think back, like
To the few years that I spent taking pictures of
The Endless Aunties. The Screaming Babies.
And it felt so distant as to not make sense anymore.
How bizarre.
As if, a sort of identity amnesia.
I try to reflect and nothing quite brings a sense of familiarity.
Perhaps I'm too distracted.
I feel like a pilgrim, trekking through a desert.
Locked on to a compass, adhering to a strict direction.
It reaches a point where, everything starts to melt into sameness.
And I try to think back, like
To the few years that I spent taking pictures of
The Endless Aunties. The Screaming Babies.
And it felt so distant as to not make sense anymore.
How bizarre.
As if, a sort of identity amnesia.










