enter the void again

really based on the movie this time.

First holga film

Leaked light because of an untight film. Lotsa fun, definitely not the last one, learned only a bit. Here's the crop from the roll. Named them because I'm a pretentious kid who thinks vintage photos make me a bawss.

Un chat borgne et le passé

Oreille d'une femme

Fantôme sur la route


Réalités alternatives

beam me up scotty

I'm just not good at being human. I'm just not a good human. 
I'm just not human...

ghost walking

is my mind ?


feels nice to give a damn.

... is proof that my soul found understanding...


This cold shivering in my chest...

Figurines that fall like leaves the disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
What is real? What is real?
This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've just had enough
My minds slipping far away
I'm falling in & out of touch
Could someone please explain?

Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?
Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?
It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in & out of touch
Can anyone explain?



tired and...

I want to wear some Julius

It is simply another protective layer that hides the flesh that conceals the insides that hides the soul or the lack of one. This veneer of fabric becomes a continuation of our personae. It communicates an impression that can be false. Therefore, I attribute great importance to the worship of this accessory. One can hide underneath in broad daylight until one forgets what one is hiding in the first place.

Absurdity is currency
Logic a rarity
Reason a luxury
Reality a mythology

Jesus help my pokerface!

It's getting heavier. Harder to take off. Maybe this is what I wanted all along. Maybe there was nothing to take off. But what if there was? Then, what lies beneath? The yet-to-be found Truth or am I already it? Am I coming to terms with the Truth or settling for a lesser one?

... a covering to disguise or conceal the face

Smoke Signal

J'ai vécu mille en une vies dans ma tête.

Poison Dreams

Lie to me. Lie to me. Lie to me. Poison dreams.

Falling into character

Winter felt like she was not a season. She confessed that she thought she was merely the void in the Cycle of Seasons. All the intricacies and beauty of her arrival did not comfort her. For she remained frigid towards the other seasons, unable to bond with Spring, Summer and Autumn. Deep down, she wanted to fade away admist Time. The other seasons knew about this but did not care, according to them, it was but a fleeting state.

Une carte typographique

"Nestled in soundscapes caring to my imaginary soul
shapes lose form and grasp onto feverish eyes;
I want to escape this solitary cove
yet I feel so warm in this imaginary womb."

Je suis trop léger. Enchaînez-moi avant que je flotte.

Put a big bird in a small cage and it'll sing you a song.

"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there."

A cage too big

A little different. Three small booklets/sketchbooks made up of all the excess paper and test prints from a school project that I could use. Bound with strings. 2010 is gonna be eco! (not)

  • Uhm... post more shit.
  • No last-minute school projects.
  • Get fit. (sounds like 2009 all over! D:)
  • Save money. (to splurge eventually?)
  • Be a better human.