Now, There's Just So Much

A Year's A Long Time, But It Also Flickers Past In No Time At All.

I Don't Want To Take Photographs That I Won't Recognize As Myself, And Myself Isn't Necessarily Just Blankly Staring At The Lens.

Well, There's Just Some Universal Truths In A Way That I've Just Observed To Be True. You Read Voltaire. You Read Modern Literature. Anywhere You Go, There's These Observations About Romantic Love And What It Does People, And These Rotten Feelings That Rarely Are People Meaning To Do That To Each Other.

I'm In The Countryside Outside Of Paris, In A Beautiful Old Manor House. The Studio Is In The Basement, But We Decided To Set Everything Up In The Old Parlor And Dining-room Area So We Can Look At Each Other And (at) The Sunshine Coming Through The Stained-glass Windows. It's Pretty Idyllic, And I Think It's Spoiling Me. I'll Have To Go Back To Regular Life After This.

I Think I Prefer The Constant Renewal. It's Almost Like Sandpapering Down Any Details Or Any Contour Of Familiarities.