Rendezvous
10 May 06 : 12.53 AM
The month of May is frailty personified. With snowflake skin and sunlight storms, May breathes smoke screen skies like no other. 9 days into the month, and 8 before I can officially do all the things I've been doing but isn't supposed to. Not as exciting as I thought it'll be.
The thing about photography, is that every picture seems to convey a kind of serenity and quietude. It can turn something ugly into something really beautiful and magnificent. Or it can do just the reverse. But the stillness is what fascinates me the most; you're transported.
Desiree and I are talking about pride, breast implants, our embarrassing pre-adolescent years, symmetry and other mindless but entertaining things. It's stopping me from doing the practical criticism assignment on an extract from As You Like It, but I'm prioritizing well.