Everything changes but it all remains the same. I'm in a new flat, with orange walls and red curtains and a foldup vintage Murphy bed and a breakfast nook. My window does not open to the magnificent view of the Mount Royal park of yesteryear but rather to a brick wall which somehow still allows the sun to trickle in through my heavy red curtains. I have a new job as well, in a nice building with nice people that doesn't bother me too much and provides with just enough distraction from everyday life to keep it interesting but not as much as to make it unbearable. I'm also in school alongside the job - Film Studies and friends. This year I also took color photography. It seems like only yesterday I was experimenting with my clunky old soviet Zenit 11 - it's amazing what I've learned about it and photography in general since. It's as if I was still running around my dad's feet in the darkroom when he was developing film shot with this very same camera. But now I'm the one in the darkroom, and there is nobody running around me. My first series that was on display to the class consisted of 10 prints depicting various stages of painting my first portrait/religious icon. I called it My Own Personal Jesus, riffing on the Depeche Mode song, but not really. The class liked it and the teacher did too. I'm anxious to start the next project. I'm off to Mexico this Christmas. Running away from it all. Hope it will be a good opportunity for pictures. Thankfully I will not be in a crowded tourist resort.
I am happy to have friends in different places.
Informers inform, burglars burgle, murderers murder, lovers love.
All I want is to become immortal... and then die.
Exterminate all rational thought.