Silence
Montréal, 2005, 2006 © Velibor Božović
With my head buried under the pillow I can still hear the distant sound of the toilet tank dripping water, a few drops at a time, malfunctioning. The computer, a few meters away, inexplicably starts to mumble, producing sounds as pleasant as those of my drunken neighbor. I can hear the heating pipes expending in the walls, the house seems to be alive and it’s water vessels cheerfully pumping, it is minus million outside.
What is the silence like? Could it be photographed?
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I love that photographs!
Aga Luczakowska
February 24, 2009 at 3:17 pm
This great photograph(s) is so sad for me, I don’t no why, but remember me too a funny spanish saying; I don’t no if its has sense in english, but translate: “The cinema of the white sheets”.It means when a couple (teenagers, usually) goes to cinema to…well…not to watch the movie! It’s a little joke, I expect don’t bother you.
Jose
August 25, 2011 at 4:13 am