At first, there were the two of them. complete. inseperable. in sync.
Things happen, one has to leave. And the pair was broken.
It was washed ashore. Slowly. In their lull moments, it happened.
...and so there was only ONE.
I was like this slipper that was washed ashore…
Although I was with a group when I went to Potipot Island, I enjoyed a great moment of solitude when I was there. It was just me and my camera. I think I did plan of enjoying the beach not until I saw and experienced how harsh the heat of the sun was. Besides, if I opted to swim, I wouldn’t be able to take as much photos as I needed.
I honestly enjoy being my friends’ photographer, being called here and there to take their photos. At the end of the day, I was already beaten down. I was dragging my tripod while walking languidly on the sinking white sand. It was just like that other pair of slipper who got washed ashore.
i watch you. i see you. i hear you. i smell you. your presence. your whole you.
in my dreams, you were talking to me and i was looking the other way. and so, when it was my turn to look, you were definitely gone.