danny

i’d say: happiness doesn’t write of itself. is like photography, for me.

there is one way to take a picture, and it is, proverbially, “being outside”: you can only photograph what you’re not part of.

happiness does not photograph itself because it draws you in. sadness, loneliness, despair, in its displacement, opens a keen eye, and camera in hand, we start shooting.

in every picture there are two things present: a memorable moment, and the absence of it. and the longing, in a way.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, May 14th, 2008 at 23:58:37 and is filed under thoughts.