Thought I'd something more to say...
My young model left a short while ago. I’m still processing what happened here. It’s one of those rare moments when you open a little door in your mind: you think you’ve experienced every goddamned thing and suddenly your brain reels like you’re on the electric kool aid. It’s impossible for me to describe at this moment. Fucking surreal is what it is.
My head’s been swimming this week. News of the bombings reached me as if from a galaxy far far away. I thought, idly, that now, more than ever, the world needs beauty. Put away your silly little books, fighting men; shove a fucking sock in your propaganda-spewing pieholes and get a load of this babe, eh?
I couldn’t bring myself to look at the pictures at first. I was frightened, terrified even, that everything had come out all wrong. My finger poised over the mouse button, I took a deep breath and opened the last pic in the series…
Did I do that? She looks like a nude angel—no, scratch that—she looks like a sex goddess from outer space, a creature modern science cannot even begin to comprehend.
Was it her? Was it me? Was it the apocalyptic weather? Something beautiful happened here, that’s for damned sure.
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