slouching towards nirvana

80% my own, 20% other

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“sunny pups” by @syncopatedtaint

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“3.8.17 with Hellnaw and MFB at the V Club” by @syncopatedtaint

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“10.04.16 with Sean Knisely/Goodwolf/Sweatband” by @syncopatedtaint

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photo by Emilea Burgh

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photos by Emilea Burgh

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From Control

Daniel Bushaway

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Sylvia Plath in 1954, during her “platinum summer”.

 © The Lilly Library, Indiana University

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“night moves” by Emilea Burgh

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“inverted” by Garrett Babb

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“urban carcosa” by Emilea Burgh

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“I felt robbed of a relationship with a father, and somehow I wanted to make up for the lost years. For nearly a year, I lived with him. Often, we spent our mornings together, my father sitting across the table from me, telling me stories as if we were old friends. I had forgotten so much about him — the shape of his face, the sound of his voice, the way he laughed. It felt special to be near my father — and yet often he was consumed, with his writing, with his own father, and with his new family; not too long ago, he had another child, a little girl who lives with her mother. He doesn’t live with her. He visits. I should have been happy for him, but when I watched him play with his daughter, it felt like a bruise someone kept pressing.

Slowly I am piecing together a picture of a familiar stranger. In some ways, he is no less absent to me than when I was a child. But through these images, I now have a glimpse of a man who should have been my father.”

When she was 7 years old, photographer Diana Markosian, along with her mother and brother, let her father behind in Armenia and moved to California. She wouldn’t see him again for well over a decade. In these photos and writings, she tells the story of her struggle to reconnect with her father. See the photos on Reportage and read more of her story on The New York Times.

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