photographic diary
From time to time I am visited by the old photography ghost, who forces me into hunting pictures and stealing souls.
What I like best about using a camera is, that it is possible to abandon your ideas of controlling a situation and let the camera do the work. One can think of it as a kind of dialog, where you make a proposal, the camera grabs the moment and both together create the final thing.
Reading Cioran again. A romanian guy, who lived in Paris and wrote texts full of despair and depressed thoughts about the condition of mankind. Dark stuff, maybe caused by his severe insomnia which led him to roam around Paris at night.
But nevertheless worth reading. For me a lot of his aphorisms are a bit too flowery phrased, the thoughts on the other side are all worth thinking about.
Some assholes hacked this blog and injected fucking javascript code, so everything was broken. Luckily I had an backup dated from May at hand and with a little fiddling I managed to restore it. So here is my advice: do a backup. Of everything. Your blog. Your precious data. Your life. Your hamburger. And now go on with your life fellow stranger!
PS: I made a voodoo puppet and now these basterds are cursed and their penisses will rott and fall off their fat bodys.
