Emily O
My blogs
| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Arts |
| Occupation | Photography |
| Location | Chicago, IL, United States |
| Introduction | you live your life in the darkroom. blank photos of your friends. |
| Interests | "it's kind of like. real strength can't be measured in any kind of quantitative or absolute way. the kind with watts and power, sure. but the (true) kind that builds, makes and breaks a person. i mean it's odd, it can barely be made into a qualitative or relative description either. still alive? barely so? healing. start again from the beginning and be able to build back up without breathing a word about the loss. maybe vague. maybe baby. sometimes it's great to not listen but retain. it gets warped and bended and forced into becoming productive for a person. it's definitely not natural. you aren't born with a higher or lower variable, not even a higher or lower capacity to control it. it's not built, not even really grown. more just retained, recognized, utilized. it's not how well you yourself break down or keep yourself from breaking down, but really how bad you need to do either one. holding your own is slightly relative. but if you can't seem to do it, then it would be difficult to expect someone else to trust that you can hold theirs as well. and i mean, maybe some need(ed) that to progress. shifting? it's hard to break down liquid. (but not impossible). until then, from the windy city's lost light…" "and the people under the sky were also very much the same—everywhere, all over the world, hundreds or thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one another's existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same—people who had never learned to think but were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world..." |