2009-10-22 / 12:08 a.m.

I desperately need to visit a toy shop to find a little plastic figurine with movable limbs and the blankest of faces. I need to start taking photographs again but I can't bring myself to want to face people, to direct people and to ask of them. I always feel like I'm asking too much. I like plastic because it's flexible and shiny and bright and easy to work with because it is what it is and that's that.
It doesn't talk about you behind your back and you can never feel lonely or insecure in it's presence because it never offered anything more than a mute, ignorant and empty stare.

Have you ever felt that desperate, defeated sadness? Oh lord. Oh lord.