Just Play This One Out, Until It Explodes Into A Thousand Tiny Pieces
Holga 120N. Kodak Portra 160VC. 15 second exposure on bulb setting.
Things are getting fierce on the book front again. The next draft must be done; deadlines are looming. It's like the mother of all essay crises.
So I have to cut down on the Flickring for a while again. I'll still be dropping in, seeing what you've been up to, adminning the stuff I admin, as a little distraction does help keep me sane! I just won't be posting a lot for the next while; sustaining myself with the Be Good Tanyas, and dreams of the Hasselblad I will treat myself to when this *&%^%&^ book is finally finished…
"Just play this one out until it explodes
into a thousand tiny pieces.
What’s your story, universe?
You are melody in numbers.
You are shapes, you are rhythms.
There are signs that we can learn
to place over the heavens
to predict how long we’ll burn.
How long will I last?
Can I turn up the heat?
What star am I circling?
What’s circling me?
Now my ebb, and my flow,
my lack of control,
turning on, turning off,
singing yes, playing no.
Things keep changing…"
- 'A Thousand Tiny Pieces'
The Be Good Tanyas (covering Sean Hayes)