He said: "Photographs lie. I know this for a fact and there is no question about the truth of this statement. Photographs do not capture who you are. They don't even capture what you look like. They don't tell the truth and they don't tell the story. They are a version of some kind of mistake that someone took and then told you it was about you. Photos are not about the person being photographed. Not at all. They are about the person who is taking the photograph. They are a curse that the person taking the picture transfers to the person who is the subject of the photograph. This should be obvious to anyone who has ever had their picture taken. The more remote the person taking the picture is to you, the less like you the photograph will look. Am I not right? Look at your passport photo if you need an example. Isn't you passport photo the worst one ever taken of you? Photographs should be banned. They lie and serve no real purpose. They take away, little by little, the soul. Eventually the subject of the photo will be murdered by the photographer. The subject will die, will whither and crumble into nothing once they are outside of the light; once they move away from the camera and try to locate who they truly are."

Stumble It!

Almost everyone I know fell in love with "The Elevator Girl" in the Robert Frank book of his U.S. photos, "The Americans". The way she looks;. the way she looks down, bored or maybe defeated; the way she looks disconnected from her surround in the elevator where she spends 6 or 7 or more hours each day. The tedium, the feeling of being trapped even in an elevator car full of people going somewhere else, but mostly by the vulnerable way she looked.

Stumble It!

He woke up and saw the shadow on the wall; on the wall of his room; the room where he lived, the life that he had on this day that was his. He felt the breath that he breathed in the room where he lived with the shadow on the wall. He followed the shadow as it moved slowly across the wall. The wall with the shadow in the room where he lived.

Stumble It!

He said: "The lights were on, but there was no one at home. I rang the bell more than twice, and there was no one at home. I was afraid that I would be late, so after a little while, I left because I don't think there was anyone at home."

Stumble It!

He said: "There are some things you leave and some things you just leave behind with the wind at your back and the ache of some other kind of pain, with some other kind of rain falling down around you like a curse, like a curtain, like the end of it all."

Stumble It!

She said: "There is no "here" but here. There is no "now" but now. There is no love but from the ones who claim us in love. There is no desire but that which lives in us at this moment in time. There are no lies if they are not spoken and there is no silence without sound. There is no hope without memory and there are no blessings without God. We are fragile creatures meant only to exists for a chosen time. There is no self without a reflection in the water that quickly runs by us and that cools us in heat. There is no end without a beginning."

Stumble It!

She lifted her hands which were dripping with blood. She had been shot by the soldiers who were now looking at her. In some ways she had always expected to someday be shot, but now that it had happened she was overcome with outrage, along with fear and pain. "Five people die of flu", she thought, "and everyone is crazy with fear. On the same day I, along with 300 or more others, are shot, and no one even notices." She was panting, unable to catch her breath. She was cold. She sat down on the ground to rest. She was tired, very tired. The soldiers were watching her, but did nothing to help her. She had come to this place to protest the war. She had come with good intentions and a knowledge that it would be dangerous. She had been in dangerous places before. She had never been shot before. It was getting dark and though she had called out several times that she needed a doctor, no doctor came. She shivered. She laid down on the ground. She thought of her husband and son who were not with her. She thought of the war and how terrible it was. She shivered. She looked over at her hands which were covered with blood.

Stumble It!

He said: "I have no parents. I had parents at one time, but they abused me with their love. What is worse is that they expected love back from me and I would never waste my time in that manner. They gave me blood and in return I gave back anger. They were small and foolish people who tried to bind me to them. I could never be so cheaply bought, so I threw them away. Them and all of the others as well. My "friends" I disposed myself of. Anyone, really, who tried to comfort me I gave back pain to. This should not be mistaken as an accident; it was a plan. I hated all of them and I still do. I do not need their love. I do not need their friendship. I don't need their comfort or attentions. I am a force unto myself. I am a power beyond understanding. I control my world, even as it slips away from me. I am 16."

Stumble It!

He said: "I had to get off the road. God, I'd been driving straight out for going on 3 days. I'd left L.A. as soon as I heard the news. I threw some clothes in the back, gassed up, and just hauled ass across the country. I hardly didn't even know where I was most of the time. I avoided the interstates as much as I could. I guess I was in God's hands or something 'cause I just sailed through the miles; didn't even know most of the time where I was or where I going exactly. All I knew was that I had to get there before it was too late. Listened to a lot of Country/Western music, I'll tell you. I didn't use to like it too much, but it got me going and kept me going. I finally couldn't drive anymore and I pulled off the road and just crashed for about 8 hours. When I woke up I looked for a place to get a little something to ear. There wasn't much around. I was somewhere in Virginia and heading East. The sun was just starting to come up and there wasn't hardly any traffic at that time of the day. I saw a small store across the road, but it wasn't open yet. I was in the land of Guns, Bait, and Quick Cash, but none of it was open then. So I just got back in the car, feeling like hell, and took off again so I could get there before it was too late."

Stumble It!