A new page. An old start. Dead old sounds ring softly as an alarm hoots its away into awakening.
Uncomfortable words in smoked silences merge with a longing with an impending fear its all in the head as the old man covers his head from an ancient balcony the city breathes in in decaying aliveness.
I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know. A full stop it too random here
*Title: From a friend’s poem
Further Calcutta exploration here:
http://www.lomography.com/homes/nehabhat/albums/1685770-calcutta-india
- Time doesn’t matter
- Moments do
And the cloud of lost emotions visit me ,
I wonder why they had left;
Forgotten people and the forgotten gully,
I wonder where they had met.
For a person far away, yearning to step back at any opportune moment, this was a gift. Thanks.
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I am glad then. What else could a photograph capture more than forgetfulness?
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