the still passenger sits on a train, on the window seat, in the middle of a long car. these are the days when there were drive-in movie theaters dotted across the landscape. at dusk, the images on the screen appear off in the distance. the images presented here are those which are glimpsed, the ones that still her thoughts. the train rolls along. the landscape seems to move, but doesn't. the still passenger sits alone with her snapshots in her mind. she's filling in the spaces.
July 31, 2014
sometimes i think there is nothing to fix. in my mind. a little confused at times. i watch it.
she never wondered what people saw. it never entered her mind. these objects she made were objects alone. that was why she loved them. she lived for love, giving, receiving. she always chose love. in spite of it all. she chose love.