A conversation begins with a lie. And each

speaker of the so called common language feels

the ice-floe split, the drift apart

as if powerless,

as if up against the force of nature

 A poem can begin with a lie.

And be torn up. 

A conversation has other laws.

Recharges itself with its own

false energy. Cannot be torn up.

Infiltrates our blood. Repeats itself.

Inscribes with its unreturning stylus the isolation it denies.

--from Cartographies of Silence by Adrienne Rich, 1975 :

:There's many people to thank for this shoot: Amor - writer by profession, a strange and smart woman. She graciouly and painlessly posed for me in this concept and promised to pose for more concepts in the future, for which I am very happy. Earl - Lexmark guy and Pinoypoet who came in because he is kind and curious. Ice, Mayds, Gem for joining us in the aftersession. Leland who offered us his research lab, which we didn't use but will prolly use in the future if it's ok with him, the Madame for the props... I will be posting more images of Amor from the same session in the coming days. I don't want to bombard you with lots of images, so I will post them in series.