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comix64this morning, i woke up and heard the birds. and it was a quiet time. and then someone started watching tv, and, you know, some people find it a nuisance. i saw it as another part of the ambience. the birds, earth; the tv, what we make of earth. we're given something and what we do with it is something to experience too, another experience entirely.
often i feel a kind of nostalgia for things i never did. moreso their styles. i like the art of what ive never seen. right now, and this is kind of ridiculous, maybe, but i feel like the PS3 photo gallery music. a modest guitar, with water droplets. i imagine a guitar with water dripping into its cavity. maybe a light rain. its difficult to transcribe to text, how it feels. i have a small photo album on my icloud of imagery, kind of nostalgic kind of imagery. i find photographs to be the forefront of description of style, so i'll give you, dear reader, a few photographs.
and now, once you're done looking at them, a few thoughts that rolled through while i was downloading photos and pasting imagery into text:
i wont ever embed imagery directly into my blog. it kind of ruins the style of it. its all text. i like it that way.
the style i mean to describe with the attached images is a loose one. it's a catch-all "nostalgia".
it's always in the background, this style. its a style you can see in life itself, moreso the life you walk through when out and about. its not a virtual thing, like frutiger aero. its not a computer thing, nor a fictional one. its a real place you can be at if you look and take many mental images. its not a specific place, though, i mean. its the style of life itself. maybe the style of a specific kind of life. it's not everywhere, but its pretty abundant in places. it has a lot of urban elements. a lot of greenery. my point is, see poetry in the common, and you will see lots of poetry.
also, i hope to be a photographer of this kind of photo. i'll be a still-image Mario Incandenza, hunched over with my camera, photographing whatever catches the eye. my difference is, Mario has all of the time he needs, and i always have to give myself time to run back up to a group. im not alone yet. not to say Mario is, but he's given time, and nobody is patient for me.
often i feel a kind of nostalgia for things i never did. moreso their styles. i like the art of what ive never seen. right now, and this is kind of ridiculous, maybe, but i feel like the PS3 photo gallery music. a modest guitar, with water droplets. i imagine a guitar with water dripping into its cavity. maybe a light rain. its difficult to transcribe to text, how it feels. i have a small photo album on my icloud of imagery, kind of nostalgic kind of imagery. i find photographs to be the forefront of description of style, so i'll give you, dear reader, a few photographs.
and now, once you're done looking at them, a few thoughts that rolled through while i was downloading photos and pasting imagery into text:
i wont ever embed imagery directly into my blog. it kind of ruins the style of it. its all text. i like it that way.
the style i mean to describe with the attached images is a loose one. it's a catch-all "nostalgia".
it's always in the background, this style. its a style you can see in life itself, moreso the life you walk through when out and about. its not a virtual thing, like frutiger aero. its not a computer thing, nor a fictional one. its a real place you can be at if you look and take many mental images. its not a specific place, though, i mean. its the style of life itself. maybe the style of a specific kind of life. it's not everywhere, but its pretty abundant in places. it has a lot of urban elements. a lot of greenery. my point is, see poetry in the common, and you will see lots of poetry.
also, i hope to be a photographer of this kind of photo. i'll be a still-image Mario Incandenza, hunched over with my camera, photographing whatever catches the eye. my difference is, Mario has all of the time he needs, and i always have to give myself time to run back up to a group. im not alone yet. not to say Mario is, but he's given time, and nobody is patient for me.
