Warmer days








Warmer days are coming. . .

“Always there comes an hour when one is weary of one’s work and devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.” – Albert Camus

[Photos: Parangtritis Beach, Indonesia. Summer 2012//Grace Farson]

Necessity Defense of Institutional Memory





So the free may remain free

say the nightmare is
the dream

so we are preserved

he who believes takes a life

so a life may be saved

the girl becomes an object

so the greatest devastation occurs

let go her fingers    their slim cleave

so I may be replaced
by a machine    which in its violence    behaves
more like me

the longer you live    the more these lies
come alive

so the past splits in two:

one stays in the past and dies

one past shapeshifts    walks with you. – Camille Rankine

[Photos: A place + a memory. Outside of Tembi, Indonesia//Grace Farson]

tiny dancers

Abby and Kelsey took dance classes growing up. I never did. Deep down I was always jealous.

To this day, I love to watch dancers. I love to dance. I’m not good at it, but when it comes to dancing I don’t really know how much of that really matters. . . At least not to me. . .

“I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.” – Janet Fitch

This afternoon in my Pop Culture in Southeast Asia class, we watched a short film about a Topeng dancer. It all reminded me of this one afternoon Nicole and got to watch a group of young girls practice for an upcoming performance in Tembi. And, yeah, life was that beautiful there [every single day].

[Photos: Dancers in Tembi, Indonesia //Grace Farson]