Mistrust
September 30, 2008 by Loudsoul
He had said that so many times. I´m sorry. From now on it will be different… She was split in two halves, one in the land of hopes, the other rooted in the grim reality of a frozen world in which nothing ever changes. She always tried to reach the bottom of his eyes. Talk to me, talk to me, please… This is not you, isn´t it? Who are you? Then, the recurrent chest pain, the nausea, that pale smoke around him… the conviction he was not there, nor even his shadow…
What am I going to do now? What am I going to do?
Photo: Image from the series ‘Nan and Brian in bed, NYC’, 1983 © Nan Goldin
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