03.07.04 - 10:51 AM
christ knows what has made me stop here again. keeping in touch with those in other countries perhaps. or maybe this is the only capacity in which i can force myself to write. writing that sentence was the saddest affirmation of my failure.
i used to prefer ink spotted fingers and words scrawling, slanted, over the perfection of graph paper. i vowed never to turn my back on ilford and 35mm. now i cannot write without the satisfying clack of keys and need my pictures rendered instamatically. am i growing up, becoming a modern woman? i believe it to be sheer laziness.
faster is better, we've been taught. and i've bought into it. on so many levels. i admire those who try to throw a stick in the spokes and slow things down. the slow food movement is a lovely concept. but a bit too much like communism. i am coming up with a new equation though. something about quality over velocity. unfortunately, the answer remains fixed in fraction.