I woke up one morning, most likely afternoon, in February earlier this year. I was lying in bed, or I could have been sitting, and I was transfixed. I think it was the way the sunlight was hitting the sheets, but it could have been the juxtaposition of all the linear shapes. The bars on the window, the shades, the wall, the shadows on the sheets, my mind. What was striking was how everything seemed black and white, although it wasn’t. In reality, the sheets were blue, the wall was a cream color, the shades were brown. I think I was sad, or I could have been bored. They’re kind of the same though, aren’t they? None of this is true though. What is true is that I know that I took this photo and I know where I took it and I know when I took it. I also know that when I look at it, I want it to have a story. A story about how I woke up one morning, most likely afternoon, in February earlier this year. I was lying in bed, or I could have been sitting, and I was transfixed.
posted@07:51:42 on 10/21/2009
