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In Photos, In Time

Short story idea based off of this quote:

“It’s easy to call this process ‘saying goodbye,’ but the part that hurts so much is that farewells are typically a two-person event. When you lose someone, by definition, they never have the chance to partake”

Update.

It’s been quiet on here, I haven’t forgotten. Let me share my life in a few words:

I am lost. (Am I…?)

I am found. (I am..?)

I am becoming an artist, or a failure of one.

I am not sure if I’m delusional or full of wisdom. I fear the shadow of the future, while the white hot light from the past continues to scorch my back.

I’m chasing impossible dreams and sacrificing the comfort of predictability.

I am constantly cycling between a golden moment and monochrome minutes, being forced to recolor my life.

I am becoming a failure, or an artist.

I am now, me.

And me is who I am now.

-:A Psalm of David.+

O Lord, Thou hast searched me and known me.
Thou dost know when I sit down and when I rise up;
Thou dost understand my thought from afar.
Thou dost scrutinize my path and my lying down,
and art intimately acquainted with all my ways.
Even before there is a word on my tongue,
Behold, O Lord, Thou dost know it all.
Thou hast enclosed me behind and before,
And laid Thy hand upon me l.
Such knowledge is too wunderful for me;
It is too high, I cannot attain to it.

(Psalms 139:1-6)

Us, Art.

They are making art out of our deaths. These black movies where the main character dies are the new plays for people to see.

Maybe,

Thats why they don’t take our death seriously. They don’t see it as real.