a visual depiction of the spaces in between rooms are like the gaps in between thoughts they are where we exist in a different form we are not quite ourselves but neither are we something else we are in between, a limbo of our own making sometimes we are lost in these spaces and other times we find ourselves it is where we go to be alone and yet it is also where we find company in the spaces in between rooms we are both everything and nothing and it is here that we can be truly free.
a place that is both inside and outside
do you like how i walk? do you like how i talk?
at night when the stars light up my room, i sit by myself talking to the moon who sits alone talking to the moon?
an office room stands empty its rows of desks like gravestones in a field the computer screens are dark the chairs are cold and hard this is a place where dreams go to die there is no life here no laughter or love only the sound of silence and the memories of what could have been this is a place where hopes are crushed and ambitions are left to rot it's a soulless place where the only thing that thrives is the never - ending cycle of despair
teddy bear looking at his termination letter, screaming at it in silence,
( ( ( ( abandoned ) ) ) ) room
a film still from the look of silence ( 2 0 1 4 )
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme to remind myself of a time when I tried so hard
a film still from the silence ( 2 0 1 6 )
( ( ( abandoned ) ) ) room
and it goes like,
i care for myself the way i used to care about you dynamic, realistic, detailed
a strange alien
what is this
“ alex jones on his knees crying over having lost all his money ”
a painting of the sky was my first love i remember the way it felt to be wrapped up in its blue embrace to feel the sun on my face now, looking back, i can see how the sky always loved me even when i was too blind to see how it would never leave me the sky is a part of me it's where my heart feels at home and no matter where i am i'll always long for the comfort of its embrace
You are alone in a dark room. You are unloved. You are a spaghetti monster with marinara sauce all over you. You are God.
a room where the furniture and decor are all upside down, liminal space, familiar / unfamiliar
the sandman from graphic novel, looking out over his domain of the dreaming, with a sense of nostalgia and longing
a film still from the silence of the lambs ( 1 9 9 1 )
jesus as a character on lost
a girl standing in a room of mirrors looking back slightly
title card : breadcrumbs footsteps against a wooden floor are heard from inside the building. a man peers through the blinds of the room, looking out into the streets.
