Five7Five : 無料・フリー素材/写真
Five7Five / Wetsun
| ライセンス | クリエイティブ・コモンズ 表示 2.1 |
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| 説明 | ---Part Six: StainsThe sun is still down, but I can’t imagine what light feels like anyway. I pace along the edge of the grass to stay warm, just looking down at all the ink stains covering my arms. These dark purple messages are scrawled across my skin, reminding me of everything that is still completely wrong. The city is falling one brick at a time, and making everyone happy is killing me.Then warm air is breathing on my ankles, and I’m not sure if the bus is shaking or it’s just me.Later on, in this deserted library setting, I wander from row to row without reading so much as a title. It’s here that I realize how much I enjoy the stale scent of faded paper that flows through these halls. It seems the most trivial of thoughts sometimes make the nicest memories—the calm before the storm.Inhaling everything else leads me to Ferris wheels and fiery lights. Everyone stares at the exploding sky except for me and this lone man with a camcorder, who just films all these happy faces on happy people. Then he’s looking at me and I’m looking at him, and for the longest time I think about all the reasons I don’t have a camera on me.And somehow, someway, nothing is okay.Break off into an angry drive at two in the morning. For no real reason, I’ve been leaning against cabinets on a cold kitchen floor, and now I just don’t want to be here. Accelerating without a true destination, I guess this is going nowhere fast. All the lights drop out. Standing on rooftops in the dark, witness the foundation collapsing—twenty-four hours and it’s all coming down.One more night. One more drink. The sun goes down at three in the morning.This has been the rise and fall of something impossible to discern—the trailing edge of another tattered tapestry. It’s that whole story of glass walls, while I’m throwing stones and starting fires. With subtle meter, old ink stains tell me how everything is wrong: the silence is cold—life is too long. Think back to the only people I’m ever really happy with, and why they always matter. I walk along beside them without saying anything really important, taking pictures to remember, and pictures to forget.The rubber band that was holding my hand is now snapped and broken, lying on the floor. Torn bonds and tired chills lead to questions lead to people checking if I’m alright—this immortal question of History. Then something remembers this funny conversation about normality from days before, and suddenly I find myself trying to smile before I forget how. |
| 撮影日 | 1980-01-01 00:00:12 |
| 撮影者 | Wetsun |
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| カメラ | Canon PowerShot A310 , Canon |
| 露出 | f/3.6 |
| 開放F値 | f/3.6 |
| 焦点距離 | 5 mm |