saturday is gone

A full-time nerd fighting against depressing Sundays. I take cheap photos, write in broken english, and post about music and other obsessions of mine. zeroisnan at gmail dot com

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Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.

Thomas Pynchon - V.

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white flower in street light

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“fotografando una sola realtà se ne possono vedere moltissime. All’interno di una sola immagine coesistono diverse realtà. Questa è la magia della fotografia” (Daido Moriyama) ^

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winter afternoon light

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There’s a ghost in the sky

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In the longer view it doesn’t matter.

However, it’s that having lived, it matters.

So that every death breaks you apart.

You find yourself weeping at the door

of your own kitchen, overwhelmed

by loss. And you find yourself weeping

as you pass the homeless person

head in hands resigned on a cement

step, the wire basket on wheels right there.

Like stopped film, or a line of Vallejo,

or a sketch of the mechanics of a wing

by Leonardo. All pauses in space,

a violent compression of meaning

in an instant within the meaningless.

Even staring into the dim shapes

at the farthest edge; accepting that blur.

-Ruth Stone, “Shapes”

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dispatch #5 : a comeback

This is a place of memories I’d like to keep in order and tidy. How ridiculous is that? To keep memory tidy. So many things have happened these years, I lost a guide, but found a hand to hold on to while walking through the storm. 

To the people I met here, hello I’m still here, I’ve actually never gone away, but I had lost all the words and didn’t even know where to look for them. I’ll see you around.

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night rider

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I am a dark bowl, waiting to be filled. If I open my mouth now, I could drown in the rain.

I hurry home as though someone is there waiting for me. The night collapses into your skin. I am the rain.

-Kazim Ali, excerpt from “Rain +

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