dontletgravitywin

i want to make you coffee exactly the way you like it. i want to send you a postcard from paris and call you at three in the morning from moscow. i never want to waste my time sleeping. i want to photograph children smoking and adults crying. i never want to live anywhere longer than a year. i only want to learn the things that can't be taught in a classroom. i want to pay for someone's near expired parking ticket. i want to listen to stories told by people with sad eyes. i want to walk sarah home at the witching hour, barefoot. i want to always be the one who leaves. i want to smile at strangers who frown and glare. i want to take cats for walks and let the grass in my yard grow above my head. i want to smash a collection of plates. i want to describe a painting to a blind man and blindfold a painter. i want to dedicate a whole wardrobe to vests and exhibit a series of photographs of noses. i want to laugh loudly at funerals and spend every saturday in bed. i want to direct a movie about spoons and meet britt daniel. i want to talk to a dying person in their last minutes and never grow old.
i take photographs
occasionally.
Tanya, by the way.