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Amid world turmoil I wonder if its appropriate to be romantic and find escape in poetic…
Yes, I`ve been in love before… still every time it feels anew.
In fact, besides mind shuttering spiritual experiences, all through my life, love — is all I feel genuine and full; … sad partial numbness haunts me through daily existence with eyes of stray dog from streets of Mumbai.
Everything else — feels like tiresome repetition, like scrolling through look-alike titles of articles on subject you felt interested once - back in the internet-absent day (when ignorance felt like an event). Pain will always be the same, a reminder of the shock of coming into existence…
Being a romantic feels like being a fool in land of strangers(here is a title for my next book btw). People wonder if you take life seriously. It raises a need in artistic expression as a proof of value of your existence. Sometimes I catch myself on a thought that I photograph just to prove that feeling has real value. There is some comprises I have to take, of course: like exchange now for a past of photograph, but I`ll take it anyway…
