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Paper Man

Richard regarded his solitude as something sacred, as a well earned badge of honor, a cloak to be worn to ward off life, as his safety. Solitude is who he was. This caused those in his life to view him with a barely veiled contempt. Richard was certain that he was not liked. Which is hard on a man. Maybe it was because he gave nothing that he received nothing in return. In any case, his situation had become intolerable. The closest things he had to friends were either imaginary or extinct. And Richard had reached a point in his life where this was no longer enough. And then he met a girl. And she was warm. And she was sad. And she was maybe lonely in a way that reminded him of himself. She’d lost things that a girl should never have lost. And she knew things. And she taught him. And Richard thought: Maybe this is what friendship feels like. Maybe. It was just a glimpse, they’d barely begun, really. But in those long, few winter days she’d given him so much. Enough so that Richard could go on. And what had he given her? Just a few words on a page. Not much, perhaps. But for Abby, he hoped it was enough.

- Paper Man, 2009.

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Photography, Travel

Banda Aceh

Aceh was a trip made in September, 2009. I didn’t expect much, considering the purpose of our trip was to observe the locals and provide them with training on entrepreneurship and the development of a sustainable enterprise (paper making techniques made out of agricultural waste).

I was actually more concerned about security, aware of the fact that Banda Aceh has been through many wars, but apparently violence pretty much ended there in 2004 when the Tsunami came and swept away approximately 170,000 lives. Banda Aceh remains to be one of the friendliest places I’ve ever encountered, but these photographs are of those without the smiling faces.





































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Thoughts

Flake

I am not making sense right now.
I am running you adrift right now.
I will keep saying no to you right now.
I feel very comfortable with you right now.

It feels very shit right now.

I want to know what its like to miss you that way.
I need to know how it feels to want you that way.

Please make way for that space for me.
Please allow for these feelings to happen for me.
Please let me come to you, for a change.

You’re afraid of losing me.
I’m afraid of hurting you.

We need to stop that or
stop this,
once and for all.

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Photography, Travel

Jakarta / Love

Often, when I take leave off work, I’m always at home. Wasn’t much of a traveler then, I suppose. Jakarta was last August, my first of the three holidays last year since 12 years ago. It was a destination long due; and for good reason. Someday I’ll write about that. Meanwhile, all was not lost as I fell for Jakarta / got to know my kid brother a little better / learned to take photos with my phone / made friends with my new wonderful color people  /  danced to the Lisztomania /  unwittingly, said goodbye.

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More photos here.

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Photography, Travel

Pause

I was looking at the pictures taken from my sister’s camera when we were in China last year and was delighted to see a few snapshots of myself going click click click with the SLR, point-and shoot and mobile phone camera. All of which I love because they produce very different results. Well, it certainly was interesting seeing two photographs taken within a single moment from two different perspectives.

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