While having milk and cookies for breakfast, reading the dark book of Carson McCullers’ The Heart is A Lonely Hunter and listening to the music of the magnificent Mr. Thom Yorke, Editors, Mutemath, Blue Foundation, Kerli and others. I sat with the book on the distance to my notebook.
And when I glanced back to my untouched notebook after reading a few pages and swallowing a few cookies, I watched as its screen shows slides of old snapshots that I made. And then I realized…that whatever shots I took by my camera, no matter it is on people, on fashion, on things I see everywhere and anytime or even on myself. Those shots say only one word in them…loneliness.