Diane Arbus, eat your heart out.
Diane Arbus, eat your heart out.
Had I not known
that I was dead
already
I would have
mourned
the loss of my
life
-Ōta Dōkan
No photos.
The Army takes going green seriously I suppose.
Something has to be done to offset the use of jet fuel in humvees I guess.
ARI
ASHNA
DUNCAN
EMMA
Pugilism seems to blur lines; sex and killing, comraderie and antagonism.
These are the hidden places in my life; a corner of time and place that will disappear next time I return.
It makes me happy that they are so ephemeral, how dull life would be if we could capture small joys without worrying about their impermanence.
Packed stadium for Monday Night Raw.
People paid good money; they are up in arms, in absolute ecstasy, in tears.
It makes you wonder what we all want, if we can show such dedication and emotion for something so unabashedly false. Maybe it’s the fantasy or escape. Maybe what we really want if for the unreal, the fantastically impossible to penetrate our world and reign over our little lives.
I’ve done this before…
It’s so strange to play war in the woods, knowing that you will be warm tonight, knowing that no one will die today.
Watching the next generation training to do what you did A year ago, It’s like looking at a photo of your young parents; you wonder if they know if they will have children, if they know that in thirteen years they will be divorced, if they look at their sons and daughters and hope for better.
Moving on means accepting you will never be this young again.
My cadets.
My charges for a month. They hated me sometimes for being the reason they had to sleep in the cold and the wet when their friends were warm in their beds. They hated the constant corrections, the criticism. They hated the wrathful ire their mistakes would draw.
If they hated me, despite their privilege, naivete, and softness, I loved them. I loved them for being what I once was nearly four years ago. They are vessels full of hopes and plans not yet realized, and ignorant of rapidly approaching obstacles in their path. I love them for being untouched.
How else could I have shown them that the things they may soon do will take things from them, that they will cross a threshold that they can never return from. I tried one night, to tell a bleary eyed cadet about the things we carry, to warn against the shock that would come.
my words ring hollow, and in my heart I hope that they will never become a truth for them.
The people and places you’ve been, the people and places you are and are going to be are extraordinary.
It takes a sharp memory to remember that. That’s why I take photos.
