Apr 19, 2018
summer of 2014
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Venezuela
seen from Malaysia
seen from Venezuela
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Singapore
seen from Türkiye
seen from Netherlands
seen from China
summer of 2014
from my very first roll of 35mm film, time flies
Fake Love, Real Life
It was fake, their relationship. It was fake.
He was no longer sure if it was fake because of what she believed, or what he believed, or if it was still fake in the fundamentality of it all. Because when you fake love for long enough, it becomes familiar. It becomes comforting. The sort of things one looks for, the things that are easier to go along with than change.
His relationship was fake, but the faintly audible sobs, echoing down the hall? Those were real. And the girl who’s body was shaking from them? She was very real.
Is familiarity worth losing reality?
Is living a lie comforting enough to give up on feeling real feelings?
He was falling in love with the girl down the hall, the real one. But he was falsely faithful to the girl he’d indebted the past few years of his life to.
Super excited for this one.
Many more shows in the works. More than ever before.
And more radio. And more internet. More everything. More more more.
Hope you'll join us. x