بیرون با حرص برای دانشگاه عکاسی میکردم یهو یکی بهم سلام کرد، گفت چون دیده دوربین دستمه اومده سمتم. شروع کردیم حرف زدن درباره عکاسی. ازم سوالای متفاوت میپرسید و هی معذرت خواهی میکرد بابت "مزاحمت"، منم با لبخند جواب میدادم با اینکه علاقه چندانی به عکاسی آکادمیک ندارم.
انقدر با ذوق دربارش حرف میزد که یه لحظه موندم، کسی که رشته ش هیچ ربطی به هنر نداره ولی همچنان عشقش بهشو رو نگه داشته. و منی که این همه ساله تو این حوزه دارم زجه میزنم و علاقه‌م از دست رفته.
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انقدر با ذوق دربارش حرف میزد که یه لحظه موندم، کسی که رشته ش هیچ ربطی به هنر نداره ولی همچنان عشقش بهشو رو نگه داشته. و منی که این همه ساله تو این حوزه دارم زجه میزنم و علاقه‌م از دست رفته.
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Keep the Streets Empty For Me
Fever Ray
4:27
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born
I don't have much to say as of late, because I don't have much to love. The drive of my inspiration, the force that moved my fingers has all but died out.
The moonlight that once showered me in glittering light has faded into darkness and my blood has ran cold with hate.
I have no purpose left to fulfill. My long time muse has become a ghost of a person, a face I barely recognize anymore.
My aching spirit remains. It's the only thing that does in the end.
All the love I feel boils and rots into hate by triple the amount.
The moonlight that once showered me in glittering light has faded into darkness and my blood has ran cold with hate.
I have no purpose left to fulfill. My long time muse has become a ghost of a person, a face I barely recognize anymore.
My aching spirit remains. It's the only thing that does in the end.
All the love I feel boils and rots into hate by triple the amount.