A story of Crystal Clear (7) People, people, why those guys don't say anything? Why those guys nail their stare at me? I couldn't find myself. That day, I was one of them. I guess it's the way I pay. I cannot sure what is my melody anymore. Go black and white, and black, and white. What is the world good for? Did we leave for real, or stay. Life is so sad, or, am I? But I know for sure, I need to feel my glass. Find myself again, into infinity. I'll standing in a line, and maybe my goodbye. -The End- (A story of Crystal Clear is a made up story, an interpretation of an album called Curtains. As a reflection of me for these weeks of thinking. These series were made as a story of mine, people, and somewhere inside my mind. Also as my appreciation to this album and the one who made it. He is the one that I found had a way of thinking that quite odd for some people. But somehow I got his rhythm, his message.) #storytime #story #madeupstory #astoryofcrystalclear #curtains #2005 #album #musicalinterpretation #johnfrusciante #johnanthonyfrusciante #artworks #series #photoseries #photography #photograph #photographs #photography #photos #abstract #contemporaryphotography










