Late March to April // Some photos from my disposable camera.
I wish I could say that these past two months were as bright and carefree as the images that I took but it was actually the opposite. I felt like I was so thick in the middle of this dark and frightening place that all I could do is to cling passionately to the things that make me happy. Words, beauty, sunsets, films, letters, the sea.
One cold evening, I met up with a good friend for dinner. We hadn't seen each other in awhile and as soon as he saw me, he touched my face and said, with certainty, you're in love. I wanted to cry at the irony of his words, tell him just how difficult the last few weeks were. Then I realized that perhaps he is right. That I am, at least trying to, fall in love with my life again.
There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
-- Li-Young Lee