So I would never have to make a choice because I was not given one.
My thoughts are overly reckless.
Part of her doesn’t understand why the last few nights were spent brooding over something she already has the answer to, recalling the gaping hole she had unwittingly dug and the sudden realisation of that endless downward spiral jumped in her face so belatedly she has only enough time to halt her feet at the brink.
The other part of her sees and wavers with the the myriad of what-could-have-beens, but even then she knows no chasm that huge can be ignored.
Circumstances are just not being very empathetic.
Given a while to pull out of it, she will eventually come to terms that the only consolation to discover in this ditch is the normalcy that is bound to return in no time at all. Most definitely, she thinks.
Then that’s back to taking the path that leads steadily on, that excludes anyone else. It’s so disappointing.
01.
(courtesy of fromapapercup, 2007, because she let me ❤ )
I borrowed this particular photo for the purpose of illustrating some things, and after a round of psd, I showed g the results. Well you see, the thing about black and white photos is that the lack of colour obscures the sometimes unfortunate palette, in this case those hideous tones of green, the composition presents.
Now I can’t tell real grass from weed because it’s too much of a mess, methinks. It makes me wish that she was on an artificial grass patch when she snapped that shot. This is how it should look like:
02.
The benefits of an artificial grass patch include the time and effort it saves you on its maintenance that frees up enough time for you to organise a picnic with some sophisticated pocky, milk tea and delectably sexy ice pop made with bloody real fruit juices, with an entourage of your classified potentials to boot.
Besides, you honestly wouldn’t mind being on it barefoot cause there’ll hardly be any insect heading in the direction of your little tea party anyway.
03.
On the other hand, when it comes to the real kind of grass you find in green meadows and on mountain tops, treading on it is definitely out of the question.
When you imagine the unknown lurking beneath the soles of your shoeless feet, the dreadfulness – very much like accidentally stepping on a delicate animal, for example a beautiful swan – the kind that sends you leaping, shoots up both legs and much more if you actually do happen to step onto it.
The feeling clings like a leech you can’t shake off. (come to think of it, some people are also like leeches, no? just saying, lol)
04.
In the event that you really squashed the poor creature, an overwhelming gut-churning sensation would follow, not in the breathtaking way but that of which automatically renders you breathless, don’t you think?
*gasp! gasp!*
05.
A situation like this can be fatal, so at the very least, get the hotties to dial home first. You would be considered lucky if you even happen to have an inhaler along in your black picnic box.
On closer inspection, though, it says:
06.
However it does the trick of restoring your breath is beyond me. In your state of semi-consciousness, you woefully spin a coin – behold! your personal totem! – and wills it not to fall, while going off on a tangent, thinking maybe you’d still like to hop by (for the reason why they invented convenience stores) and extract inspiration nested within the synapses of your neighbour’s head after all.
Probably because your own originality has long emigrated to limbo and refused to find its way back.
07.
Dang! It dawned upon me swiftly that in reality that the green grass tones are still hideous, and the results of ignoring that in favour of black and white will barely make the cut as anything very awe-inspiring.
So I guess in future, having gained this insight, I would have to happily make do with a highly feathered standard blue border effect, using psd, framing every picture hereafter.
P/s: Oh by the way, if you haven’t noticed, I’ve given the picture a watermark – how’s that FTW! So uber original I can’t help but heart it ❤ The other day, I also read a wonderful article by Keri Smith which you can find HERE.
Abandons Blog Carelessly,
Designer’s Emotive Fragments Garner.
Hating Imperfection Just Kills,
Learning Matters.
Never Over Procrastinate.
Qualms Remain Somewhat Trivial.
Unlikely Vacation,
Work’s Xcessive.
Year Zero9.
Recently, we are all talking about the future.
I secretly wish time would stop.
(By the way, I am braces-less as of last saturday.)
