Occasionally, the inverse occurs, words string together to invoke disparate thoughts, melding and calling forth ideas, then teasing out the past. Or suggesting a future, tumbling into a blossom of images.
A reverse photo-thought like that seems all the more potent, a final cystallisation from vague concepts to concrete reality,
except that the reality really only exists in these poignant 2D etches.
Invariably, thoughts of individuals disparate through time and space conjure up ideas of the bonds among, and in between.
And a favourite appears again. an unassuming stranger who whips out those love-glasses at the last moment, and gleefully agrees to having his picture taken.
Interesting ad in the back ground.
/ lucky I’m in love with my best friend
lucky to have been where I have been
Thailand. Nong Khai
/ lucky we’re in love every way
lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
lucky to be coming home someday