boy, interrupted

boy, interrupted

the boy is ijoh. he is the muse. i am jan, i take the photographs. this is the first of many series to come. yes, this is a collaboration.

and so it begins

on overcast afternoons wearingripped rock shirts

sportingstoner eyesand smokingcigarettes

in empty lots by the roadside,he contemplates

what to dowho to bewhat to saythis or thatchoices and decisions

too much to think about; he will just spend the rest of the afternoon burning his lungs as he puffs on his cigarettes continuously. he will talk about his desire to watch ‘i’m not there’. we will have a discussion on films about discussion on films about music and music, in general.

light was running out, hands are dirty with gravel and sand and dirt;

then my casette charm broke.

then night fell

the light is limited yet he flipped through books. the wind is too strong yet he lit another cigarette. cars are passing, he didn’t care. in the darkness he was still him-self--he smoked, he looked ouout, he talked. he was sleepy.