10 mile stereo

This push and pull is the force of a wave of time
In the heat of the night, we would cry, you are not mine
They said we would go far, but they don't know how far we'd go
'cause this heart is a stone, and this is a stone that we throw

It can't be gone, we're still right here
It took so long, can't say we saw it all
Limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
Tear a moment from the days that carry us on forever

It can't be gone, we're still right here
It took so long, can't say we felt it all
Limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
Love's like a pantheon, it carries on forever 

BEACH HOUSE

nash

sinister is this place so destitute of the hope that fate brings us. a serendipitist, you could call, a pragmatist, only before a fall. lift me off this shrinking ground, it swallows me up - no hesitation. until it all pauses, a lull. a moment of anguish, might i say, quiet anguish. internalised before the crass shreek of the hand moving onto the next second, minute, moment. they say reason, rationale, logic it all is. no. it is the sequence not anyone could solve. it is this random sequence of moments tossing catharsis into catharsis that defines a retrospective phrase, "it was meant to be".

running to stand still

these are the definitive lines of the space i continuously return to. running to stand still.

these words send shivers each and every time.

She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And the storm blows up in her eyes
She will...

Suffer the needle chill
She is running to stand

Still.

- running to stand still, joshua tree, U2.

 

lietjie

parakalo / no problem.

better times

but then you, you come around, big mistake
i don't want to know, i don't want to know
we don't need a sign to know better times
running around 'cause you beat yourself up
and you made a crack and the one that you love is gone
how much longer can you play with fire before you turn into a liar?

- better time, beach house.

it's loud.

a quiet and beautiful secret, not so quietly persisting to pester my teeming brain.

maybe so

regretting the truth we did say
less than the lies we didn't.

- shantaram

nosta

 

provia 35mm

i may suffer from nostalgia.

tightrope

 where i ran to.

provia 35mm

hard space

i found the feeling of awe in the shape of these colossal rocks. the line, the shadow, the magnitude and the sheer archaeology of them.

some i took with my dad's old canon A1. i used provia 35mm film.