project 52 / week 41 / fragments
Song: I Tried to Draw a Straight Line (Relaxed Version) - Petey
41/52 // fragments in the liminal space
We accidentally broke the glass of a small oval picture frame. I was ready to discard it but the kids declared, “Keep it!” with an imagination I didn’t share. “We can tape it back together!” as if the sharp edges could be undone. So, delicately, I picked up the shards and set the empty frame back on the table. The fragments are now sitting in a tupperware that we’ll probably forget exists, set aside, out of the way. The sharp edges won’t be taped back together. The kids won’t use it for an art project and in a few months, I’ll tape up those edges and toss it out.
When you said how you are, it was only fragments. I searched the pauses between sentences. The things unsaid, hanging there, in the intangible space. No one spoke them. So the fragments sit in the divide. The abrasive lines and pointed edges were veiled by cushioned, carefully rehearsed phrases. As if you’ve answered the same questions, over and over. There are the things we don’t say, that the other still sees.
41/52 // life’s a game of inches
41/52 // i tried to photograph a straight line
41/52 // all i want is unlimited time
When I chased the sunrise, I knew I wouldn’t get far before it would dissipate. So I hastily parked in an empty parking lot and skittered up a hill of five foot switchgrass in shorts and a t-shirt. It had rained a few hours before, evident in the slick grass that slipped past my skin as I ran up and up. I held my camera over my head and the wind carried us up while the sun kept rising. Cars passed along the highway and I missed all these little fragments of light shifting and swirling in the sky. I only caught a few small slivers. On the way back down, I caught sight of one single dandelion seed threatening to ascend, verberating in the liminal space.