"I don’t know much about him. My aunt tells me that he was smart and funny, and that I’m a lot like him because I’m stubborn. I know that I have his nose. But other than that, he’s just the man who walked out on me and my mother. He’d call every few months when I was really young, but eventually that stopped. I can’t convince myself that he’s mean, because then I’ll be angry forever. I’m sure plenty of people who know him think that he’s a really nice guy."
"Would you like to know him?"
"I can’t say that I want to know him really, but I would like to know about him. I’d like to see how he behaves, how he walks, if he seems different than the other people I see on the street. I’m interested in his story just like I’m interested in everyone else’s story. Only a little more so, because I’m a part of his story."
(Mexico City, Mexico)
Pedro Donker &Lone
Followers may have noticed this blog is rather eclectic, impersonal, and maybe even insensitive in some of the juxtapositions of consecutive images. This serves an important function for me, but I also want to try some different things. I need to start writing about some personal health/sanity…
There are a lot of things I want in life and every single one of them is to go back to sleep
Jonathan Wayshak - Fractured Minds
No one will ever be as sad about Firefly as Nathan himself. #firefly
I don’t think people love me.
They love versions of me I
have spun for them, versions
of me they have construed
in their minds.
The easy versions of me,
the easy parts of me to love.
Lady Washington at the Port Townsend Wooden Boats Festival