“Meet me in Montauk. Sometimes we try so hard to forget people that they unintentionally etch into our minds forever. When you spend a lot of time scrubbing out a stain, you’re bound to remember it’s shape. It’s where the sea meets the sand, even though the sand has been there the whole time and it always will be and it never goes away. Nestled under the lapping waves for an eternity, not unlike that of the smiles shared on that beach in late July when you thought you’d feel this way forever. But by August first it was over. And you began scrubbing the stains. And so it goes. It’s far enough from the gentle anarchy of piss soaked streets squeezed between the ebb and flow of skyscrapers. And the ant people they told you you’d never fit in with. But colonize me and call it home. ‘I don’t want you to fall in love with me.’
Even these words were music to your fifteen year old ears because you hadn’t the faintest clue what love was but you knew you loved them. The worst part of it all is that we try so hard to forget people who never cleared space on their memory cards because they weren’t ready for us. Sometimes we are not ready for ourselves. Meet me in Montauk.”
— a poem inspired in part by eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, ‘montauk’ by sarah kay, and my own never ending desire to understand
These photos are from the 1st of october, the day in which I got back to Italy after six months in Morocco.
It’s incredible how things can start so little and become such a big part of our journey, without even noticing it. How absurd is to create bonds, chemistry and affection with people you didn’t even think you would remember.
Something like this started just for fun, and I see myself now, after almost three months of being home, still remembering every single thing that most of the times I can’t get out of my head.
Controlling relationship are maybe the worst kind of relationship, but they make you feel a lot of things and they create dynamics that get stuck with you for how much time you let them to.
And when those people get back at you, after everything finished, it still feels the same.
“you were and you will always be my sanctuary. Where I can be myself in all of this shit.”
