I want to know your story. I want to see your eyelids flit open and shut, touch them as delicately as I do the pages of my favorite book, which on second thought isn’t all that delicately due to my tendency to regard everything in a sort of tumultuous manner, because it is only worth loving if it can handle me. I want to open your mouth and climb into it, navigate across your teeth like they are mountains in that place I have always wanted to go backpacking through and slide down into you and get lost in your story.
untitled on Flickr. I took this at Notre Dame in Paris, in December. While we were setting up for the art show today my photography teacher said to me today, “I think this might be my favorite photo...