What Do You Do?
What do you do when the rain comes down and there’s no taxi to take you home?
What do you do when the food tastes bad and there’s no way else you’d rather go?
What do you do when the song is playing and there’s no one to hold your scraped hand?
What do you do when the movie ends and there’s no one to tell you it was pretty good?
What do you do when the sun is shining and there’s no one to make you feel at home?
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“It’s irrelevant to me who they are,” he says. “All that matters is if it’s a good picture or a bad picture. That’s all I care about.”
A good picture for him revolves around a moment. A glance, a breath. Something that peels back the façade and reveals the personality of the subject.
“Photography is just the technique, it’s the grammar, but it’s never the content,” he says.
Anonymous asked: I have a question: Are we all but mere delicate robots?
Loaded question. To answer, I guess not because we have the option of thinking for ourselves, but often choose not to.
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Lowly Communication
I’ll tell you a thing about momentary despair; it makes you sick. Then, it makes you feel better and also fucking uplifted. There’s not much to it, to be ridiculously honest - just a couple of minutes of pacing up and down, a cigarette or two and some moments of silence. Fuck that, because no one deserves to go through bullshit they didn’t even know they were getting into. I’ll tell you the problem with playing people all the time; eventually you’re going to get fucking played. Maybe once, maybe twice, maybe all the fucking time when your time is up. Time’s never up, son, because I never had any time anyway. You know what was fucking important? To let people of our generation know that text messages are the fucking lowest form of communication. It doesn’t take a wizard to know that shit. If you can’t say something, you text - it was that simple. But why had we become such messed up prudes, always plotting and playing along. Sometimes, folks, you go out to get some more alcohol and the girl you’ve left behind is texting someone else - because why the fuck not.
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Bon Iver will always rush to help. He’ll pull over to change a stranger’s tire, he’ll bring coffee and an extra pair of hands when the neighbor’s fence is down. I commented upon this once.
‘I just assume anyone would do the same,’ he said, surprised. ‘Look around you––our world is filled with good people.’
I look through his eyes, and yes: the world is filled with good people who would do anything to help.
But I wish he were changing tyres.
