Our own sense of time on Flickr.
As I set every step on the cold and damp sand, you stood there; still and unmoved despite the heavy waves and winds. I stopped in my tracks and stared at your stillness, the unclear silhouette of your body buried in the fog and diffused sunlight. There was only you, me, and the sea foam - it rushed in, full of hope, then it set back into the waters without a trace.
I keep my ground as my eyes explored the empty back drop you were against, the white wall that erased the vast ocean in front of us. It moved slowly, bit by bit, it erased the world without a trace. The world was empty except for your blurry outline, standing grounded as a lighthouse that no hurricane could bring down.
I stepped back and felt the wet sand contour against my feet; it pushed me towards you, lifting my feet up and forward until I was only inches away from you with my arms ready to catch you - but I was too late. I stood there, still and unmoved as I watch you fade away with the fog.
Everything became clear, the deep blue ocean in front of me ruffled curtains of water while the clouds disappeared. It’s just me and the sea foam, now - I rushed in, full of hope, and set back into the waters without a trace.
Perfect sunny weather song! – Preview it on Path.
They look at us and they laugh about words passed around; one mouth to the other in an intense exchange of saliva. They look at us and they laugh incessantly as if their lives depended on it; deep breath after another through holes in their bodies.
I take a step away and you follow - but we’re only victims of unfinished statements and mise-en-scene stories. Their pickets announce our standing to the world, turning the spotlight to the backstage.
They take two steps forward, sacrificing their bodies to a game we can’t win - but these pawns don’t realize they’ve done nothing but throw themselves forward and lose in a battle against the world.
There’s nothing to lose when you’ve lost it all. So we spread our arms open and welcome defeat - for there are battles we can never win, but there are mistakes that we can look back at and know that we lived and learned.
But seriously, you guys. GRILLED LETTUCE.
WORK MUSIC! – Preview it on Path.
Hallo! I’m back on my desktop and running through Tumblr like it was 2009 (except I’m fatter now!)
at first I thought it was an alternative way to hard-boil eggs… nope…
So yesterday we had a shoot for my first narrative short film this year (exclamation! points! right! here!) and I worked again with Kevin, who I got as the lead actor of a short I did last year.