28.7.09
Photographer: Unknown
Just an image I found that I feel can be interpreted in a lot of different ways. What story do you feel this is telling?
Omen's Quote of The Moment
Omen | Colorful Noose (Prod. Voli)
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I GET THAT: WAKING UP TO THE SUN ON MY FACE, AND LOVING IT... I ENJOY THE SUN, SO MY MOVE WOULD BE TO MOVE CLOSER TO LOOK OUT THE WINDOW, FOR A FEW MINUTES, SMILE, JUMP OUT OF BED AND HEAD TO THE BACK DOOR,AND STAND IN THE SUN.. SOAKING IT ALL IN BEFORE I WAKE EVERYONE WITH THE SMELL OF SALMON CROQUETTES, GRITS, EGGS AND TOAST...
I think of a getaway comfortable place. A place that is real, but also tinged with a little illusion. There is a languorous feel to it. That the person created this space in time aside from what is going on in the world. The bed is comfortably rumpled. An adored space only used for this purpose and held to a different light. And the sunlight. Only a smidge, it seems to be vacation place sun. Early morning as the day is just beginning sun. Thoughts are racing as this space has it's own thought, as well as the person who previously inhabited it. There is a double life between the pillows
The sunlight on his forehead is a clock with no hands. He knows it's past 8. Late again. A bus rolls pass outside with the familiar exasperated sigh of its brakes. He hears the doors open. Moments timed by footsteps. Close. As it rumbles away, Wednesday's agenda starts to run through his head: meeting at 10:30, client lunch, notes due back to accounting by 4, dry cleaning ready, bills due. The day has started without him. He turns on his side, forcing his pillow closer to the light and the warmth from the window. He opens his eyes to face the emptiness on the side of the bed that was hers. Another bus rolls pass, but his morning has become still.
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