Distant Photographs


“I wish that photographs were physical spaces, like tunnels; that you could crawl inside them and go back.”

-Lauren Oliver, Vanishing Girlsimg_9522_zpsexdctrzoI would love to crawl into a photograph, spiraling back in time, into a place where the future seemed so far away, where my father’s arms seemed like the width of the world,  and each day was a glimpse into eternity.img_9535_zpstvay7uir

The past, faded memories, scratched up receipts and christmas cards, glitter falling off of old artwork from preschool, catch and release, and suddenly we are here, conclusion of March, grasping onto things and people that no longer exist

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Infinity Dreams Award

I N F I N I T Y  .  D R E A M S  .  A W A R D

The lovely Alyssa from Alyssa’s Breakfast Cafe nominated me for this award. Thank you sweetheart!

T H E . R U L E S ♥

  •  Link back to the blogger who nominated you
  •  List 7 dreams
  •  Nominate other bloggers!

M Y . D R E A M S ♥

1) Ride the subways in Tokyo without direction ✧ ✧ 

Maybe this comes from reading too much of Haruki Murakami’s novels but I’ve always had this dream to just take the subway, switch routes here and there, and see where it takes me. No map, no agenda, just instinct. In my mind, I would like to end up at a mysterious cafe at the end of an alley, tucked between two tight buildings, colorful but mindfully so, with an aroma of old books and afternoon coffee (oh, and there would also be a cat, lazing by the door, who would give me an intense stare before scattering away).

2) To sleep by the ocean shores ✧ ✧ 

With nothing but the sand tucked beneath my feet (and a pocket full of chocolate for good reasons). I love background noise at night like the rain knocking on your window, storms brewing in the backyard, or the ocean’s waves crashing angrily onto the shores. Every time I visit the ocean, I long to wrap myself up in a picnic blanket and just sleep on the cold sand, salt water tickling my skin.

Though now that I think about it, it doesn’t sound the like safest thing to do haha – but all wonderful things come with a risk right?

3) Trace back the roots of my ancestors ✧ ✧ 

Extremely cheesy, but I’ve always been curious where my family came from and the story of each individual. Where were they in the beautiful Tang dynasty, the Warring States periods – were they immigrants from the countryside speaking in dialect, prisoners of war caught up between two budding nations, or rich traders controlling the sea ports?

Were they happy or were they tragic? (the first, I would hope as any) And like in Maxine Hong Kingston’s short story “No Name Woman”, I am only left with my imagination and the stories of possibilities that come out of that.

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