I lived a lot of different lives, been different people many times. I lived my life in bitterness and filled my heart with emptiness.
It was a cold afternoon, just as all of them had been in the days. Days that seemed like decades. Hours that devastated my mind. Seconds that killed the fire. But the time had come. I met him at the place we both knew so well, and as I was approaching, a smile hushed over his lips. “You got it?”, he asked and his brittle voice cut even deeper in my heart than many miseries that I had brought to myself. “I think so.”, I murmured undecidedly and uncertain. I felt uneasy. I always did. Not only uneasy, but also empty. Empty and full at the same time, as if I could explode and implode within a second. But the time had come. No longer could I bear all of this. No longer did I want to hold the key. I lifted my arm with the last feeling of strength I felt rushing through my veins. “Here it is. Surrender has come to poison my senses. This little life I’m living is no longer mine. And as my body crawls down the path, run away and never come back. Run to the world I wish I’ll never know … the world I wish I never knew. The places I never wanted to see. The people I never wanted to be. Run away with this surrender and turn black.” “I will.”, he said. “I know I will.”
Ich liebe dieses Bild und in dieser Liebe geht es weder um die Bildkomposition an sich, noch über die Bestandteile des Bildes. Das geniale daran ist das Gefühl was durch dieses Bild erzeugt wird. Du schreibst zwischen den Zeilen indem du die einzelnen Teile perfekt ineinanderführst. Licht, Ausdruck und Details vermitteln alle ein einziges filligranes Gefühl, wie es kein Satz dieser Welt treffender ausdrücken könnteund genau dass ist es wobei es mir persönlich bei fotos ankommt. Bravo!
Not only is Fear and Loathing one of my favorite songs ever, but this picture is one of the best ones you've done in a while. I needed this little burst of encouraging creativity from you and absolute certainty with what you tried to convey. thank you again
Looking at some of your photos, they stir up the same emotions that I feel when reading Murakami. And, while I'm not suggesting that you attempt to recreate in picture form what he has done with the written word, I think my mind and heart are secretly hoping that you will. For some reason, I think you could pull scenes out of Kafka on the Shore (especially in chapters concerning the forest sanctuary) and turn them into something truly beautiful. Obviously, this is not an demand, or even an idea; I just felt the strange desire to tell you what I thought.