as i slowly drift away - zine
I am looking into the mirror and seeing a blank reflection of someone with whom I am unable to know. It’s unbearable being stuck. Sometimes we find ourselves merged in a whirlwind of thoughts that forbid us from keeping moving – an impasse. Usually, when searching for things in life we neither realize what they are nor what form we want them to be. Often, we don’t know how to evolve. The way I found to fix this state – of blockness – was through my gaze. It’s visible from the beginning – the picture that sets the tone for the whole book was the crestfallen dog – the search and the wandering, empty spaces, floors with some kind of liquid matter, bodies laid on the floor, lost or thrown out personal objects, paths that lead us to nowhere and in the meantime glimpses of hope.
A total disconnection from reality and a sense of stuckness. Life as a freezed frame. Living in a state of perpetual contemplation. Our minds grow weary and can slowly drift away from any kind of goal. Constantly and carefully searching for oneself. It’s like we´re inside a dense fog that enfold our minds so completely that we can´t and don’t want to get out.
Sometimes it’s a comfort zone for me so I must portray it.
