Overexposed
October 12th, 2007left my flickr blank. as blank as my thought under the autumn blanket with a congested nose. oh, as snug as a bug in a rug.
why?
i don’t know.
why?
perhaps in this visual world i’ve been feeling speechless.
recording images becomes a futile effort.
beautiful images. like an empty voice with no substance. like a language completely foreign.
a gorgeous noise.
anyhow, why use images when words are sufficient? when these seemingly random arrangement of characters set your imagination free?
