photograpy & music are both uniquely able to orient me (and a collective ‘us’) in a specific time or place or feeling.
they do what memory alone cannot.

“…It is hard to now want what I have been hopeless about. And ultimately, that is life itself.

Push / Pull

To be acutely aware of an inability to recognize oneself, and to still desire recognition. What are we without knowing?
It is lifting up the coffin and stepping out changed in all ways but physically. It is invisible decay.
It is [re]creation, self-birth with intention and permission. Walking out of the womb.

No push. No pull.

It is rebuilding the muscles that have atrophied for never needing to do something hard.

What a criminal connotation is given to ‘surrender…’”

(excerpted from a larger work)