My roommate and I had a mini photo shoot, and took a couple of photos a few days ago. Pictured are a couple of them– I’ve already gone through and picked ones I wanted to edit.
Yesterday we went in and took a bit more because I wanted this angle
This is “Untitled (Portrait of Marcel Brient)” by Felex Gonzalez, I realized that I was going more towards loneliness and I felt lonely in my own bed–I can’t relate to losing a loved one to AIDS. But I can relate to being incredibly sad and alone in your own bed.
How I felt just b being stuck on the computer for entertainment, and connect with humanity.
When no one wrote back, I felt like I was ignored–even though I knew my friends were busy. I knew they we’re: at work, at orientation, or at class. But I could help but feel like puling a tantrum after the 3d day.
After a while I just felt stupid, that other people had other things–larger things to worry about than their friends not texting back. And it reminded me of this art work.
I added some notes and summaries here and there for my concept map of time. From time I went to the space I’ve spent the most time in the city–my dorm bed. How it went from being a little retreat to a place where, more than anywhere else, alone. Id just spend time and waste time alone on my computer waiting for responses from people.
At first I thought that I felt so sad because I didn’t have sheets, but when I got the sheets I still felt alone. I realized it was because I was alone in my dorm room, and also alone because I was losing a close friend on the other end of the response
In summery what I wrote is that– time is the measurement of the passing moment, and that it’s only missed when it’s passed. It’s only valued when it’s gone.
Adding on: That it feels so much longer when it’s taken up by vacancy: lagging time, waiting for a friend, being unamused, emptiness. But it feels that much shorter when it’s taken up by something: laughter, entertainment, feeling connected.