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the Orchestration of Sleep | by Casey David
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the Orchestration of Sleep



In the days of tribalism men bought, traded or stole their wives and I was traded. Before I can take off my dress from another blind date I am forcing my eyes to close. But when they close all I see is a homemaker’s chief concern is to meet her family’s nutritional needs with foods they liked. I never burned a meal but I did forget to smile. He finally gave up and said you can do whatever you want. Just admit you don’t give a damn. I did try, but could not force myself to feel good. You actually have been disapproved of or rejected in spite of your efforts to improve the relationship with the other person. The words repeated as I tried to sleep on his mother’s mattress. It was a gift on our wedding day. I am too weak to heed the advice if you feel mad, pound a pillow. When I dream I think of love’s contractual liberation. Freedom is essentially freedom for self-realisation, and only self-realisation is essentially freedom. And what are you? A human being. And what follows? I should make mistakes. Right. Now sleep.


The above was written my Sarah, my model for this shoot. It's a sort of a borrowed piece because all the words come from the books pictured in the photo. These include a cookbook, a self-help book, and a religion book. :)


I really liked how this worked out, and a special thanks to my new roommate Armond for helping us out with this photo and holding Sarah's legs up. ^__^


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Taken on August 22, 2011