sometimes the world is small & a perfect photograph meaningless & pure. sometimes the world tries to kill you eyes first & you know you know you can never translate the image this is not technology this is not science this is art & perspective tells you things it tells no one else, this is your secret yours & yours alone alone all
all by your own self.
& you take the picture(s) anyway & know meaninglessness yes & also you know some other things, things you will never convey ever to any one else mostly because they are also meaningless.
& it doesn’t make any difference.
so you have taken these things, these pictures, this life. you have taken this life & you have run it through photoshop seven enhanced contrast saturation sharpness because life is best lived contrasted saturated sharpened. you upload the bloody things knowing it makes no difference & yet life changes in spite of this, it is an improvement small & a perfect photograph.
you wish they were better pictures because you like this text you’ve prepared for them. isn’t the frame part of the art? doesn’t matter, this isn’t. it’s just life.
i stood out on the balcony having been to the bathroom where there was this lotion. i smell like candygrape & i glitter. life.
these images were processed & optimized on an oldass laptop with a decent processor & not enough memory & whatever resolution it’s the best i can do <-- this is my life. life. i love you.