Sunday, May 15, 2005
the great indoors
I'm packing up my room this week and moving all my posessions into a storage unit. I still don't know where I will be heading for the summer. It doesn't look like the D.C. internship is going to happen; I'm kinda bummed but as long as my man in Cayman comes through I will be okay. I just need credit so I can walk in August.
So a few weeks ago I came home from work and opened the door to my room. I took a look around and felt a very comfortable feeling, one I had been taking for granted. Standing there I started thinking about how the end was rapidly approaching for all this. It was getting close to finals and I was in the midst of finishing papers and projects and starting to study. I can sort of have an idea where my next few beds will be, but when or where my next room is I have no idea. It could be a while, and so as I was standing in my room that night I knew I had to capture it as it was, before finals, before packing, before the feeling I had it got away from me. I believe it took just a few days after I took these pictures for it to happen. And you don't even want to see my room now.
There's my desk lamp and my orange juice and my magazines about desperate housewives and further proof of evolution, from top to bottom.
The bed.
I had just scarfed down some frozen waffles.
this bookshelf would fall down if it were not for the objects on either side of it.
my desk. it got so messy after that i just gave up and moved to the floor to do any work.
posters and postcards from some of my travels.
chevy chase and north by northwest.
pretty sure i'm the only one reading 22 year old Rolling Stone. Men at Work and REO Speedwagon had albums at #1, in case you were wondering.
music and books.
posters around the bed
"you must be joking boy..."
So this was where--and how--I lived, more or less. I took about 50 pictures that night, just soaking it all in. Any other time I take it all for granted, but that night there was something about it all.
Scared of the world outside, maybe so. If there's anything I wonder when looking at these pictures it's how different it might be from whatever is next.
¶ 5/15/2005 11:51:00 PM
So a few weeks ago I came home from work and opened the door to my room. I took a look around and felt a very comfortable feeling, one I had been taking for granted. Standing there I started thinking about how the end was rapidly approaching for all this. It was getting close to finals and I was in the midst of finishing papers and projects and starting to study. I can sort of have an idea where my next few beds will be, but when or where my next room is I have no idea. It could be a while, and so as I was standing in my room that night I knew I had to capture it as it was, before finals, before packing, before the feeling I had it got away from me. I believe it took just a few days after I took these pictures for it to happen. And you don't even want to see my room now.
There's my desk lamp and my orange juice and my magazines about desperate housewives and further proof of evolution, from top to bottom.
The bed.
I had just scarfed down some frozen waffles.
this bookshelf would fall down if it were not for the objects on either side of it.
my desk. it got so messy after that i just gave up and moved to the floor to do any work.
posters and postcards from some of my travels.
chevy chase and north by northwest.
pretty sure i'm the only one reading 22 year old Rolling Stone. Men at Work and REO Speedwagon had albums at #1, in case you were wondering.
music and books.
posters around the bed
"you must be joking boy..."
So this was where--and how--I lived, more or less. I took about 50 pictures that night, just soaking it all in. Any other time I take it all for granted, but that night there was something about it all.
Scared of the world outside, maybe so. If there's anything I wonder when looking at these pictures it's how different it might be from whatever is next.
¶ 5/15/2005 11:51:00 PM
