Photography

A Few Possessions

As I listen to the beats of “Modern Man” by Arcade Fire playing in the background of a rainy day in Chicago, I gaze out of the window at nothing in particular. The perfect day to stay indoors, I look at the rainwater trickling down my window pane. A lot is found in the seemingly inconsequential drops of water on glass. I do not see the water, I do not see the rain, all I see are flashes of a life, maybe my own or maybe not.

Its cleaning day for me, and as I rummage through the closet and am struck by my vast possessions. I enjoy style and have amassed a collection that is reflective of my aesthetics. But to think of it, is it the other way around? Is my style a consequence of my possessions or are my possessions reflective of my style? I think its the later. They say the clothes maketh the man, I dont think so. Man maketh the clothes. We choose what we wear, and what we wear is defined by our personal tastes. Here are some of mine.

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Photography

Random Pieces

Life is a series of scattered pieces of a puzzle, disjointed, and disconcerting.
Some pieces are bright and illuminating, some are dark and foreboding, but we try to piece them together.
We don’t know if the end image makes sense, but each person gets something different, and the meaning of life lies in how we join them together.
I took some pictures recently but realized that they do not follow any pattern, there was no single unifying factor to these, and therefore I was hesitant in posting them. But then I got thinking. Maybe the purpose of these pictures is that they exist in randomness.. Maybe they were never meant to fit together. Its like life, we try to fit into whatever the world throws towards us, but like pieces of lost puzzles, sometimes we fit and sometimes we do not.

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