My second set shot by the lovely DiazArri and Nena just got rejected so as per usual i'm sort of looking for helpful comments on what to improve! edit: uh yeah, so posting a link to the set might help...duh me! http://suicidegirls.com/members/Nikhita/albums/site/4137/
in other news, this sprung out at me today when i was reading (a no-need-for-thought book
)
"Places all have their own characters, and returning to a city where you have lived before is like coming home to an old friend. But the people begin to look the same; the same faces recurring in cities a thousand miles apart, the same expressions. [...] After a while one begins to feel slightly paranoid, as if these people were secretly following from one town to another, changing clothes and faces but remaining essentially unchanged, going about their dull business with half an eye slightly cocked at us, the intruders. At first on feels a kind of superiority. We are a race apart, we the travellers. We have seen, experienced, so much more than they. Content to run out their sad lives in an endless round of sleep-work-sleep, to tend their neat gardens, their identical surburban houses, their small dreams; we hold them in a little contempt. Then, after a while, comes envy. The first time it is almost funny; a sharp sudden sting which subsides nearly straight away. A woman in a park, bending over a child in a pushchair, both faces lit by something which is not the sun. Then comes the second time, the third; two young people on the seafront, arms intertwined; a group of office girls on their lunchbreak, giggling over coffee...before long it is an almost constant ache. No, places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart which begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we move on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow."
It seems apt for some reason...i owe people emails and i have drunk too much to write them...so goodnight...tomorrow is a new day
in other news, this sprung out at me today when i was reading (a no-need-for-thought book
)"Places all have their own characters, and returning to a city where you have lived before is like coming home to an old friend. But the people begin to look the same; the same faces recurring in cities a thousand miles apart, the same expressions. [...] After a while one begins to feel slightly paranoid, as if these people were secretly following from one town to another, changing clothes and faces but remaining essentially unchanged, going about their dull business with half an eye slightly cocked at us, the intruders. At first on feels a kind of superiority. We are a race apart, we the travellers. We have seen, experienced, so much more than they. Content to run out their sad lives in an endless round of sleep-work-sleep, to tend their neat gardens, their identical surburban houses, their small dreams; we hold them in a little contempt. Then, after a while, comes envy. The first time it is almost funny; a sharp sudden sting which subsides nearly straight away. A woman in a park, bending over a child in a pushchair, both faces lit by something which is not the sun. Then comes the second time, the third; two young people on the seafront, arms intertwined; a group of office girls on their lunchbreak, giggling over coffee...before long it is an almost constant ache. No, places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart which begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we move on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow."
It seems apt for some reason...i owe people emails and i have drunk too much to write them...so goodnight...tomorrow is a new day
VIEW 25 of 71 COMMENTS
x
Yay!