my face has a tendency to appear either horrified or really grumpy, if i'm not paying attention. sometimes both simultaneously, as proven here. lost in thought, i often bite into a thumbnail sideways. not just anybody's of course. only one of my own.
i wish this wasn't a self-portrait of my own doing, because i kind of want to blow it up and hang it on a wall. i see things beyond myself in it, too. a certain ambiguity that steals my focus, emphasized by the photo being soft and stark, light and dark, at the same time.
today i took a walk in my old boots. stood at the end of the quay long enough to hear the slow melody in the song the ice was singing. like a whale, or a sonar. i have a feeling that something is starting to happen, but i'm not sure whether it is in me or around me. probably both.
