26.6.17




Deeply unsettled and desirous this afternoon.



Wanting and getting don't even exist in the same universe.










Photos are laughably poor substitutes for the feeling itself, but what else can I do?


Every shot is a slice to the self, opening a fresh little wound of light. Why is the drive always to rip ourselves apart?






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