To a Place I can't PronounceA place that I can't pronounce is the place that I want to be. The place that I can't pronounce is where I am. How did I get there? Was I drifting or did I fall asleep and miss my stop? I can't remember anymore. I know it was a journey on a train of associations, and the persistent disillusion to be what I am not, became a fixation. And again I found wisdom in little words, "To find what I've forgotten, you say; for the idea of myself, shall not enfold me." And again I thought of photographs as minor interventions to go beyond image and the idea of you - as me.
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