Still frames from nonexistent documentaries

Original photographs accompanied by meditations upon the experience of life

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It's nice to have someone to talk to.

(№92. 2024.XII.31)

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I’d have corroded from the inside if it weren’t for art. Nothing else is enough.

(№91. 2021.XII.13)

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What are we other than barely distinct heaps of ideas and impressions?

(№90. 2021.XI.29)

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Every so often, I have to remind myself that I exist.

(№89. 2021.VI.12)

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Even more overwhelming is when you mean so much to someone, but not in a way true to who you are.

(№88. 2021.II.1)

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After so much human suffering, there remains the barest shard of hope, still burning bright.

(№55. 2018.XII.31)

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Though even barer than two years ago, this remaining shard of hope burns still bright

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It’s overwhelming to realize that you mean so much to anyone.

(№87. 2020.XII.25.)

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I’m going to a quiet place so I

can listen to the sounds inside my mind.

(№86. 2020.XI.28)

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There is a melancholic happiness in bettering oneself having better recognized that it might all end in barely a moment.

(№85. 2020.IX.15)

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Nostalgia for the past makes us forget how through our prejudice we have hurt other people. We must not continue down that path.

(№84. 2020.VI.5)

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It’s okay to retreat into a safe, quiet place and listen to yourself think every once in a while.

(№83. 2020.V.26)

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I see sadness in happy things because I can’t help but imagine that they will come unceremoniously to a forgotten end.

(№82. 2020.V.20)

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If everyone is becoming nostalgic, does anything remain of the present?

(№81. 2020.V.15)

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Now, perhaps more than ever, do I hold dear the value of human life and the wide possibilities of human experience.

(№80. 2020.IV.7)

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I mourn for those lost years when I was compelled to live other than as I am.

(№79. 2020.III.6)

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When I think about the dreadful uncertainty, the sadness of remaining as unrealized as I am now looks more appealing.

(№78. 2020.II.24)

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Every so often, I wonder to myself why I even have a name. It just feels inconsequential for my beinghood.

(№77. 2020.II.9)