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The other night I had a dream in which at the end a man came up to me & told me that I would not remember what had just happened. He said it was important that I retrace my steps & rediscover the truth.Links
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November 21, 2009
Champagne & Ice Cream Cake
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On the eighteenth of November I turned twenty one.
Which is awesome because I can now, you know, do something legally that I’ve been doing since I was fourteen anyway.
REMEMBER
For the record we were messed up on our own.
Ruined a whole roll of film. Go me.
So on Halloween JBK came over with this guy we went to junior high with named Peter G. It was completely random and kind of awkward but I guess it was nice to see an old face. Anyway the real point of bringing this up was something that he said. We were standing in my kitchen talking about people who we used to know and where they are know. Lots of them have children as it turns out. Anyway, thats not the point either. What I really want to get to is something he said about me, about me back then. He said he remembered that I always used to carry around disposable cameras so I could taking pictures of whatever was going on. I found it amazing that some one could remember something like that about a person they weren’t even good friends with.
Photography was always just that to me though. Trying to capture the moments we live. It was never about trying to be good or artsy, I just wanted to remember everything. I am so afraid of forgetting, of not existing. It bothers me sometimes to think that one day everything I know will be gone. The places I’ve been, the people I’ve known, the things I used, the experiences I have lived. When I die my memories go with me and I hate to think that no one will ever know what I’ve been through. They may not seem like much to others, but these things are my own, they’ve made me who I am. All these things are special to me, I want them to live forever. I suppose it narcissistic, but I guess photography is my way of living forever. Its just nice to know that a hundred years after I am dead and gone, there is a piece of me left smiling for eternity.
When I was in the eleventh grade my friend Wriston, who was a senior, ran for Senior President. He had a pretty soild platform. Free cake, wanted to establish a fight room, make casual sex Fridays. We were pretty convinced he had it in the bag. Unfourtunatly he lost, but we were pretty sure the whole thing was rigged. So the following day we made a series of posters such as the one above & posted them in protest around the school. Most of them were taken down my the principle by the end of the day & I am pretty sure students were no longer allowed to use the copy machine because of us after that.
Jean Koh, March 2008
