it's been awhile, i know. my heart's been wandering the world, exploring it's boundaries, rekindling old love and igniting new. i returned home for 30 days, back to fresh summer skin and fond memories of my childhood. i miss home, i had a wonderful summer. woken up in the mornings by the glare from the rising sun and the humble call from my grandma insisting that i eat breakfast with her. i miss her the most. her kind smile reminded me of all the good in the world that still exists, she is the most beautiful lady i know.
i haven't had time but i will write more about my adventures in sri lanka when i've got some, uni has been doing a great job of pinning me down and dragging me back to reality.
these photos are of hot summer days day dreaming in sri lanka when the municipal council would decide to cut the power out from 10am till 3pm almost everyday. i'd lie on my bed watching the fan above me coated in dust rotate slowly in circles. it would make this monotonous sound, a continuous rhythm - the sad noise like a constant knock on a metal door was the soundtrack to my distant thoughts. i'd fall asleep, dreaming to this rhythm. my dreams were projected in my mind at the pace of a film projector, 24f/ps, making the same noise as that fan and the same noise you would hear if you sat in the back row of an old cinema. i'd wake up drenched in sweat, my eyes heavy and a day wasted. it relaxed me.
