you looked at me like i was your way out
i looked at you; thought i’d never stop lookin
"You know how it is — you wake up late and rush out the door, you are slammed at your job and work through lunch to try and keep up while shoving a stale Nutri-grain bar into your mouth hole, and so you don’t end up having an actual meal until work is over. By the time you eat, you are cranky and you satiate yourself by shoving whatever junk you can find fast into your mouth while standing over the sink. This is not what self-care looks like."
"The images in the photograph are only signs, the warmth of emotions left on the ground or, in the words of James Hillman, the soul of places. In fact, a careful reader will immediately realise that the city, the places shot by the photographer, belong to completely different yet identical realities, because they are places that shimmer with feeling."