I love the darkness I feel closing in around me.
I love the sound of cold, empty sighing despair.
I love the luminescent glow of the moon.
I love watching you distance yourself from me when we were never close.
I love the lightening touch of your careless fingers.
I love the emotions I can not feel.
I love how detached I am from it all.
I love the false sense of being cared for.
I love the sirens altering alert of another’s suffering.
I love how we think this matters.
I love that all we do is give yet all they see is what they do not have, what they are not.
I love how this will all be forgotten.
I love how alone I feel when I am in another’s arms.
I love how you can not see it, can not feel it, can not hear it, can not ignore it.
I love how I will be forgotten.
I hate the gleaming rays of the suns burning power.
I hate the warmth of your skin against mine.
I hate all the shadow people who never free themselves from masters.
I hate that the past is always pulling it’s hardest, stretching as far as it can never allowing us to be left alone. To be forgotten.
I hate how selfish I am.
I hate how I act as another to prove a point.
I hate how quickly I lose myself, how I forget what I sought at the start of my lone journey.
For my self. For truth. For love. For answers. For what matters. For chaos. For order. For living instead of surviving. Or at least to know the path.
But what is love, what is hate?
I was traveling in search for people who have decided to escape from social life and lived all alone in the wild nature, far away from any villages, towns or other people.
The main characters of my project violate social standards for different reasons. By a complete withdrawal from society they go live alone in the wild nature, gradually dissolving in it and losing their social identity. While exploring their experience, it is important for me to understand if one is able to break free from social dependence and get away from the public to the subjective - and thus, to make a step towards oneself.
I am concerned about the issue of internal freedom in the modern society: how feasible it is, when you’re surrounded by a social framework all the time? School, work, family - once in this cycle, you are a prisoner of your own position, and have to do what you’re supposed to. You should be pragmatic and strong, or become an outcast or a lunatic. How to remain yourself in the midst of this?
I grew up in the heart of the big city, but I’ve always been drawn to wildlife - for me it’s a place where I can hide and feel the real me, my true self, out of social context.
by Danila Tkachenko
“Oh, I don’t know much of anything”
Buy or rent a house with me.
City life, or at least in this area, is not for me.