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all of a sudden I really want a tattoo…
just little a neat little one on my wrist or something
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Last year I tied a disposable camera to a fence and left a little sign telling people to take pictures. This is part 1 of the results.
This idea was stolen from The Plug, a fantastic online zine that you should definitely peruse.
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And we could escape it – we could runaway – but where to? I’m not so sure anymore. These images are blurring over, and my eyes turn downwards like a little sigh. I can’t reach the heart of anything anymore. We’re learning how to do it. We’re learning how to be what was expected all along. And part of me remembers. There was something more – something better – something we were supposed to follow. What have we forgotten? Where have we gone wrong? Our worlds are so small. I don’t want to say goodbye. I don’t want to go to sleep. I don’t want to let go with a sad little smile. Tell you remember. Tell me it’s not all just in my head.
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