Lately I’ve been thinking a lot in what I’m trying to accomplish here.
And of course, that’s opening a difficult process of continous thought that I think for many reasons I don’t want to give into.
I’m always trying to achieve this kind of feeling, it’s a combination of loneliness, melancholy, natsukaji, melancolia, saudade, but also the contrast between humans and the city, that’s why I like puting subjects in contrast with huge buildings in my pics.
Sorry, I’m not trying to be deep, just need to unload some of my feelings.
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot why i’m smitten with these moods, why i’m obsessed but fairly, I don’t have a single clue.
It’s something that’s been inside of me since I have memory, all of these, the city, the sunsets, the end of the summer, the end of a relationship, last looks, sundays in the city with little to no traffic, being alone at some random airport, walking alone at night, the suburbs, the countryside, the beach, having a hot chocolate on a sunday night instead of a proper dinner while watching some cartoons, last kisses, first kisses, your first love.
Maybe i’m just getting old, and this is all part of a process we all go through.
As time happens, there are less and less first times, and more understanding and prejudice.