Angst in my pants

But when you think you made it disappear It comes again, “Hello, I’m here” and I’ve got angst in my pants Confruntă-te cu singurătatea, Raluca. Sper să se vadă totuşi – chiar dacă e trecător. O să treacă, Apoi iarăşi o să vină. Şi scriu În română –          pentru că angoasa e doar în-ce-put. Pentru…

My face does not match my jacket

” It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself,…

Small town anguish III – outgrowing

I have outgrown my city. I have outgrown two cities already. Five years ago I could not imagine outgrowing another city but Reșița. Five years later and I feel like wearing a tight black dress that’s too small whenever I think of Bucharest. It’s funny how nobody asks you if you’re willing to do it,…

This is what you get when you mess with us

Faceless and burnt. No complaints, just admitting I might have been wrong all along. I do not cut or wash my hair. pictures taken late at night by Ion Sterpan and myself Listen to Radiohead – Karma Police

Summer in the city

  ”So I went to a protest Just to rub up against strangers And I did feel like coming But I also felt like crying.” I drink Coke and I sweat. I frown and dream about tight places. I dream about people coming in and out of myself, like in and out of busy underground…

Small town anguish II : the school

One my way there I instantly imagined that those particular mean boys from fifth grade were there. It didn’t matter that I was 23 now, it didn’t matter that my father was next to me, it didn’t matter that I was taller and prettier now, better, bigger, leaving for New York now. They were not…

Small town anguish : the house and the town square

Reșița is the town I was born in. It happened to be a small town, it happened to be in Romania. I happened to be a loved child, I happened to have caring, understanding and loving parents. I happened to have an emotional, hyperactive and hilarious grandmother with whom I can still take great pictures….

Kitsch is my favourite color

Little girl on the street Only strangers, who to meet? Little girl near and far, Only walks without a car.   Only movies black and white, Only men, no boys in sight. Only breasts and flowers, Only baths, no showers.   He took the old cameras out. He didn’t want to, so much doubt. But…