Can't get Britney's lyrics out of my head. I think Rineke Dijkstra struck me in such a way with her depiction of youth. She photographs adolescence mostly through the subject's awkward stance. Some days I feel like a woman, but my gangly limbs and knobby knees tell a different story.
Somewhere else isn't here. Someone else isn't me. The books on my shelf are crooked, missing items. They'd stand upright if they were all here.
I remember how it felt to stare out of the train window at an unusually blue-toned world. I've seen the blues of the Western World, but on that side of the Atlantic, blue has an entirely new identity. It felt like walking to the edge of the pier when no one else is around, lying on your back, and convincing yourself that the upside down perspective is the rightside up. It is not sadness that I feel when I remember that blue, but more so emptiness. Vastness. Sehnsucht.
