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when i photograph i'm holding my heart on a hand, afraid for it to fall but feeling every fucking beat. when i photograph my thoughts become a sharp line and i cannot see the end of it. the sharpness makes it vibrate, vibrates within then "wow man" a line with a line without a line, like being vegetarian, "chili con carne sin carne" and my whole self cannot understand, but there i stand, and now i do understand :) I do not why i do understand, but then I'm here with my heart on my left hand the camera on the other, shoot and stroke, and hope for the best.

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On my way to the doctor. The voice I have is the voice I broke. Who are you if you don’t recognize your own sounds? I listen to The Microphones, compulsively, constantly and photograph myself as a reflect. Listening to Phill Elvrum (talented instrumentalist/experimentalist) feels like visiting places inside ones self. I’m more introspected, locked. I’m just a reflection, just a shadow, light that sometimes visits. The summer is over and I miss you.