I've just shut down another site that had been running for many years. It had gotten too dangerous for me to continue writing there any more. I thought to take a break, thought to seek some respite from all this writing and making pictures, but I can't. There is no respite in being mute. So I continue here, a new site with an old voice.
I will post my own photography here, but not yet. I need to change my style before I do that. I don't want to get caught out. If you don't know who the man in this photograph is, you probably won't enjoy this site. You don't have to like him--I don't know how anyone could--just know him.
Though this is nothing much, it is something. I feel no pressure to please anyone since nobody knows this site exists. It is lonely but less lonely for saying it is so. I write into Sartre's nothingness in order to make something. It is all I know how to do. .
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