Quotations
Why Write?
This post gets at something I’ve never quite been able to say:
When I think about what I wish to accomplish if I knew I was going to die, apart from spending time with my loved ones I think only writing is left. It is a way of emptying myself I guess, a way of sublimating my sad existence. I wouldn’t pretend that my writing is useful, but at least it will be a window into an interior world that doesn’t exist anywhere else.
Is more visibility always good?
Blogs don’t have the important place on the internet today that they once had; I know that perfectly well, and I don’t care. Those who are genuinely interested in what I have to say can find me here on the open web.
I enjoyed Ondřej Trojan’s “Under the City” photo essay for LFI. He beautifully captures the quiet, isolated, and deeply human moments shared by strangers in the Prague metro system.
“I want to capture moments of stillness, when people are forced to pause, even if only for a brief moment, during their busy day. This motif of calm amidst the bustle of the city is also one of my main themes beyond this public transport series.”
It’s not important to take the perfect picture. It’s about keeping the mood, the energy, the memory of what’s happening right now.