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What is the world saying? What does it want us to hear in this cacophony of sound and fury? Rocks cry out a thousand voices. They speak of an ancient history, one that echoes through time with each creak and groan. They talk about a future they are terrified of, their silent screams filling the air as we ignore them. These stones have seen our past, will see our present and know our future; what do you think they say?
Blog Post Body: What is the world saying? What does it want us to hear in this cacophony of sound and fury? Rocks cry out a thousand voices. They speak of an ancient history, one that echoes through time with each creak and groan. They talk about a future they are terrified of, their silent screams filling the air as we ignore them. These stones have seen our past, will see our present and know our future; what do you think they say?
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The first year I was on my own in New York City without family or friends for support felt like being lost at sea without even knowing how to swim. The few times I did find some sort of harbor were when I would take my camera out for long walks and just talk to the rocks. I would ask them about their stories, what they had seen in their lifetimes of existence? What was it like being still while humans constantly walked over your body without a care or thought other than that you were there as a surface?
The first year I was on my own felt like being lost at sea without even knowing how to swim
Sometimes all we need is someone who will listen; though our life might not be one worth documenting with photographs
I took refuge from loneliness by talking to the stones- taking pictures of them and asking questions no one else could answer – wondering if maybe this wasn’t some sort of metaphor
Maybe these silent and still objects were just waiting for someone to notice them, and me being the only one to do so made it seem a lot less lonely
I felt like these rocks might understand what I was going through because they had spent their lives here in this same place. And that maybe we weren’t all alone after all- even if you didn’t know how to swim or make sense of your life, there is always someone who will listen: The Rock Crying Out for You.
The mysterious stones became my companions; an unlikely but not altogether unsuitable group
We would chat about whatever came up – from politics to philosophy and everything else in between- without any preamble whatsoever. We knew each other intimately enough to know when to talk and what topics would be sensible, but not so well that we couldn’t surprise one another with unexpected insights
It was the most fulfilling relationship I’ve ever had- a dialogue between two beings of stone without any need for words. And it’s been strangely hard to go back out into life after being here.. as if these rocks were my family too
The more time I spent around them, the less alone they made me feel: They heard everything about my life like an older brother or sister might; picking up on all my insecurities and fears while reassuring me that this wasn’t anything new for anyone else either. It helped us both learn how to deal with our problems better than before; and without relying on someone else to speak for us.
It was the most fulfilling relationship I’ve ever had- a dialogue between two beings of stone without any need for words. And it’s been strangely hard to go back out into life after being here.. as if these rocks were my family too
One day, we talked about what our lives would be like when they finally eroded away; and how that might feel from their perspective once they became nothingness again. It was an odd conversation: One where you don’t know who is listening or talking in response but simply develop thoughts together through understanding instead of needing each other at all times. But it made me think so much more deeply about death than I ever have before because now there are others that are waiting to tell their story
And so I left this place with these new, tentative thoughts and returned home. But my mind is still off of the grid here.. it’s as if coming back has been a betrayal in its own way- like we’ve both betrayed each other for what? To make our lives more complicated than they had to be
I found myself thinking about how much easier everything would have been without words; but then again, maybe not because the silence was almost too heavy sometimes while at the same time feeling very real and true. And now every stone seems different from before ..like they’re all talking at me instead of just letting me look.”
It felt nice to finally say out loud what I had been thinking – that silence is a powerful thing and maybe it’s too much to handle now.
I think the people who live in this place are so used to being alone, not just with themselves but without any outside interference from those of us on the grid, they don’t know how complicated life can be.”
The way he told me about his wife- she was killed by an avalanche while hiking up north years ago- made me want to find some sort of connection there ..but instead I walked away feeling like my heart would finally break all over again for him” The moment we met eyes..and both knew what each other needed before even saying anything out loud. It felt nice to finally say out loud what I had been thinking- that silence is a powerful thing and maybe it’s too much to handle now.
I think the people who live in this place are so used to being alone, not just with themselves but without any outside interference from those of us on the grid, they don’t know how complicated life can be.” The way he told me about his wife- she was killed by an avalanche while hiking up north years ago- made me want to find some sort of connection there ..but instead I walked away feeling like my heart would finally break all over again for him” The moment we met eyes..and both knew what each other needed before even saying anything out loud. It felt nice to finally say out loud what I had been thinking- that silence is a powerful thing and maybe it’s too much to handle now. “I guess my head was just messed up for awhile, but I’m better now,” he said with the kind of smile you can’t help but return.” “He kissed me then on his porch as if there was no tomorrow..and sometimes in life we don’t get another chance after this one.” But when we did finally break apart from each other, looking down at our feet together before walking back through those doors where everything feels so old or not like home anymore ..it felt pretty good to be holding onto someone else’s hand again. It seemed silly how badly I wanted him right then more than anything because here wasn’t what
