Still life

by Alina Shalukhina February. 13, 2019 209 views

He says I may write by the mean of photographs in case I cannot write about myself and puts an ellipsis. The three dots and I am almost ready to dash, to find myself near the edge of speaking and being mistaken again. But I do not want to. The only right thing he claims is that there isn't any sense to make an effort, it is no use doing anything as well as not doing it.

The contradiction results in nothing.

Back to books. He says theaters for his plays will appear only when everything today's is gone, but my soul blooms being bounded by frames of endless novels, and my heart pounds inside reference books and encyclopedias. It is still crying crimson though dry and fragile.

Some poet said that everything goes back and forth and the flow of life is aimed at plaiting a connection between two contrary events. Every "non-meeting" will surely end with a meeting, even if you lost something carelessly and didn't hope for discovering it again. I was looking for signs and symbols. I was waiting for permission. I started believing in things and uneven lines. I've read somewhere that people easily take a train to go and buy a new coat, but they find it almost impossible to do the same to meet each other. There is no need... No, it's another hopeless contradiction.

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It's true: I have nothing to say. It would be better just to take a walk on a rainy night and forget an umbrella. To leave sopping wet shoes behind the door on return and to fall into warm nothingness of a familiar, predictable room...

Run out of words. With the only desire to tend upwards as it does:

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Stephen Penfold 8 months ago

Alina,  I agree that 'nothing is real' ... From a philosophical and metaphysical standpoint we can never be certain of anything and so should always question everything  .... 
The camera can only 'see' what we choose it to see, it is then up to us to try create what we saw in our mind's eye 😉

8 months ago Edited
Alina Shalukhina Replied to Stephen Penfold 8 months ago

Sometimes I feel sorry, if not guilty, for the camera brought under my blindness and misbelieves. It is in the hands that hold it for looking rather than for thinking and seeing... If there is anything to see, returning to the beginning.

8 months ago Edited
Antonio Gil 8 months ago

Just beautiful, but why did you choose a book written in Cyrillic?

8 months ago Edited
Alina Shalukhina Replied to Antonio Gil 8 months ago

I simply don't have any books written not in Cyrillic because I speak mainly Russian :) But it isn't a usual, expected for such kind of photographs, book. It's a mathematics reference book, a symbol of my major turned upside down...

8 months ago Edited
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