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Aug. 3rd, 2003 05:47 pmmy 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.
