(no subject)

[subjective]

my dream became waking life.




sitting in a darkened room, watching nan goldin's photos blur & fade into one another, i found myself feeling the same mixture of deep sadness & intense awe.



i was amazed that everyone else in the museum could walk from photo to photo with such objective, detached expressions. i sat on the floor in tears.

Comments

[theknife.livejournal.com]

those are so beautiful and heartbreaking.