Love is our Resistance

I'm not going to claim to be much of a live music fan. Usually I am content to plug in the old ipod or computer and listen by myself in the comfort of my own room. But last Sunday I was given the opportunity to see Muse, an amazing British band, performing at the Walter Kerr theater for MTV.

I did like the band before I actually went. But something about being three rows from them, in a room full of people that were absolutely pumped to be there, it really affected me. The lighting was amazing, the theater was gorgeous, and the band was spot on.

There was something incredibly religious about the experience. Thousands of people leaping and fist pumping and singing in unison, it was like church. We were all feeling the resistance. I felt more poetic about it right after, but I was too dog tired to do anything but snap a shot of me with my wristband on.

Still Love You

I miss being the only thing you needed in the world.
I miss you asking to come see me.
I miss holding your hand,
Kissing without a struggle
And knowing that I was always on your mind.

How do I make you see me like a woman again?

I love laughing with you.
I love playing games with you.
I love fighting the world with you.
I love when you touch my face,
my back,
my shoulders.

But, how do I make you see me like a woman again?

BrainStorming a Surveillance Project.

Full view is going to be far more enjoyable.
Voyeurism 101

Iwagumi

Do you think these fish realize that they are just a part of someone's painting? Obviously they were chosen for their subtle and small nature, so that their existance doesn't take away from the piece. Are they greatful? Do they feel that god has created this Eden for them?

It makes me think, is this how Christians feel? That god has placed them in his perfectly sculpted landscape for their benefit?

When, in truth, they are there for the affect. A landscape is droll, without a person in it, much like an aquascape is just some sea weed, without a fish to make it look useful.

The Condemned Pt 1

I beheld destruction in a flash.

The Condemned Pt2

I saw chaos through the window light.

The Condemned Pt3

Objects of Affection.

Exteriors Through Courtyard Facing Windows.

Fixtures Lost to Time.