shadow play

i don't have imagination, i have memories in the form of images. i can confidently say, if it were not for photographs my being would be based most on instaneous recollection. i have said it before: i am insecure about my memory and focus on/in the present moment. recently i have been going through piles, portfolios and boxes of photographs, that and watching my father's old slides. the projector screen is in my room and let's just say it looks badass. today i went to have the equipment repaired so it can advance properly. in time, i am going to work to scan the slides. i feel i need the images - there are mystifying moments stopped in time that i want to carry further in writing - advancing ethereal realities. my dream is to produce a picture book - that is - a picture book for the real idealist. the intention: a poetic perception to alchemize a poetic perspective (or is it vice versa?) for the lives that can seem so very contained and constrained.