My friend in brown and grey
(I think that) There are many things, absolutely too many things in life that are purely indescribable. Particularly, feelings. I haven't been bumping into any strangers the past 3 days but instead spending time with both family and a special friend I've yet to speak to for almost a year, or even more.
The feeling of being able to connect with someone on such a level that's so deep, so paradoxical, so ironic is simply joyous. Weirdly/strangely, it seems like a sadistic sort of joyous feeling. With the simplest of words, I've missed him. Perhaps, like he said. The head and heart isn't connect as one. Mine for the matter. Perhaps, a little of his too. So right now, I think my head knows of the misses even though the heart feels almost nothing. It probably does but I (we) don't know how to tap into it (yet). It isn't a sort of emptiness. If I had to describe it, probably feels more like a vacuum. The beauty of our time spent (/conversations) lies in our yellowness and perhaps our greenness. That with little explanations, there wasn't a need to go to an extent of interpreting that seemingly feels like ten bullet trains running in both our mind.
There was (in fact) a lot of walking done yesterday. A lot of pauses, a lot of talking, a lot of walking, a lot of laughing, a lot of eating and a lot of looking/watching. From our curiosity to explore Lygon, to the dull transition to Brunswick and the lively vibrancy of Brunswick. Our conversations overflowed and emptied at the same time. We spoke in colours, in music, in art, in human relations, in mockery and also in jokes.
It's been a while. Old, almost and 30% friend, you've been missed.
The sky was crazy beautiful yesterday. It was so surreal. Like everything lately.
I lost some of my footage I took last week. I'm backing up every day now. How can I not have back them up.
Can't call my self a photography major student anymore. Sianzz with lots of regrets.
The feeling of being able to connect with someone on such a level that's so deep, so paradoxical, so ironic is simply joyous. Weirdly/strangely, it seems like a sadistic sort of joyous feeling. With the simplest of words, I've missed him. Perhaps, like he said. The head and heart isn't connect as one. Mine for the matter. Perhaps, a little of his too. So right now, I think my head knows of the misses even though the heart feels almost nothing. It probably does but I (we) don't know how to tap into it (yet). It isn't a sort of emptiness. If I had to describe it, probably feels more like a vacuum. The beauty of our time spent (/conversations) lies in our yellowness and perhaps our greenness. That with little explanations, there wasn't a need to go to an extent of interpreting that seemingly feels like ten bullet trains running in both our mind.
There was (in fact) a lot of walking done yesterday. A lot of pauses, a lot of talking, a lot of walking, a lot of laughing, a lot of eating and a lot of looking/watching. From our curiosity to explore Lygon, to the dull transition to Brunswick and the lively vibrancy of Brunswick. Our conversations overflowed and emptied at the same time. We spoke in colours, in music, in art, in human relations, in mockery and also in jokes.
It's been a while. Old, almost and 30% friend, you've been missed.
Click to viewThe sky was crazy beautiful yesterday. It was so surreal. Like everything lately.
I lost some of my footage I took last week. I'm backing up every day now. How can I not have back them up.
Can't call my self a photography major student anymore. Sianzz with lots of regrets.