2. Your Bitter Is My Sweet/Blame Game

    Things used to be. Now they’re not. Anything but us is who we are. Disguising ourselves as secret lovers, we’ve become public enemies. We walk away like strangers in the street. Gone for eternity, we erase one another. No phone calls. No sweet text messages. We are mere specs of particles, floating, unknown to our partners’ existence. So far from where we came. With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing? Lack of visual empathy equates to the meaning of L.O.V.E. Hatred and attitude tear us entirely. We meet at opposite poles and no longer can we bond like love birds to a song or flowers to a daisy. The air smells of rotten and burned hearts. We have trashed our over cooked love that now accompanies the bin of deceit. Don’t turn around. Continue walking away. Disappear into that darkness that rests upon your gritty shoulders. Let that dark cloud follow you wherever you go. So long ex-lover. Farewell.

    -Chloe Mitchell

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    video for bok bok ft kelela - melbas call

    art direction alex sushon

    production nic hamilton


  8. Caen, centre hospitalier universitaire, 1978.

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  11. "I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care."
    — Jean Rhys, Smile Please: An Unfinished Autobiography

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  15. Hotel Uzbekistan in Tashkent, Uzbekistan

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