I live in the Twenty-first Century and you lie awake beside me. You watched your phone unhappily in the dark waiting for love in buzzing doses. There was nothing I could do about it. I felt hollow. Your face is…
“Were you up high?” asks Kuan. “High enough to die,” says I.
Who are you, to ask the sky for anything, to hold itself together, to luminesce iridescence, to show you glimpses of God?
“I’m not a romantic guy, I’m just mad about stuff.” Kuan explains his luck with a girl.
Firestarters has posted a short interview with me, about the upcoming portfolio review GUP has organized, and the media that photography is presented in. (in Dutch only)
A developer explains to me that the web site’s back-end is making a guess at which cities to include in a list, but that it’s sometimes wrong. A guessing algorithm, my mind boggles, and in that moment I feel the…
