Please don't talk to me, I fall in love so easily. A text from one of your pictures that keeps haunting me.
My friend told me that I should put my head in a paper bag when I go out. To not meet anyone. She means boys. She made it sound like the boys I meet are worse than the ones other people meet. She means well and sometimes I think she's right. I need a boy diet.
But the thing is, there are so many interesting people out there. AND there are so many uninteresting people. How do you know who's who if you don't bravely go out there to look? In the end life is pretty short.
--My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails
He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails
He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs
He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care
My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor
Kings and queens have all knocked on his door
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please
My boy builds coffins he makes them all day
But it's not just for work and it isn't for play
He's made one for himself
One for me too
One of these days he'll make one for you--
Sometimes I wonder where does the love go? I mean, one day you're together and the next day you're not. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not but I get over boys pretty quickly. First I remember all the bad stuff. Then I forget them. Last but not least, after time, I reminisce about all the good stuff. It doesn't mean I need nor want them back but I come to a certain point where I can be happy about it all.
When you break up with someone you usually have had some problems already. You don't see the other person as lovely as you first did. It's easier that way.
Then there is a different sort of situation. Situation like if you meet someone in a park, have fun, drink some wine, stay up all night, kiss, kill a mosquito on your forehead and laugh together, stay in bed all day... These are situations when you haven't seen the worse yet. I guess you have those famous pink shades on. That's when you fall a lot harder when it ends.
And that's when you realize that not all boys are fun and not all boys make you laugh like the one that just vanished from your life. Not, although you try to see bunch of new boys to make a point.
The good thing is that the world is full of boys and some become your best friends. The bad thing is that my diet isn't going all that well.
Yesterday I read a really beautiful poem. It made me see that I'm pretty ok yet miss that night in the park.
"Ikkunan viileyttä vasten se oli ilta, josta en heti tiennyt mitä kaivata. En edes hänen ääntään. Taivaanrannalla oli sinipunainen pilvi, se oli ollut siellä syksystä asti: väistämätöntä kuinka sen huomenvarjo eteni ajatusten yli."
With Love - lots of LOVE,
PS. The photos have absolutely NOTHING to do with the story, heh.
They met in 2001, spent most of the year in a darkroom but then lost their friendship for many years. In 2009 serendipity brought them back together. Now they are photographing again mostly with their Diana F+ cameras: Kirsikka in London, Emmi in Helsinki. They don't have a darkroom to share this time. This blog with its letters will just have to do.
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