when the last bottle falls | LINDA VILKA

when the last bottle falls //

          photo series 2018

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          When the last bottle falls,

I will glue my eyes shut with band-aids

and follow the rain;

Slowly,

     slowly slide into a ditch

and get myself burnt,

to see nothing and get nowhere;

                                  nowhere;

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      Photo project highlights memories, that slowly lead towards an imaginative childhood, leaving inner struggles and emotional imbalance as leftovers from the past. Growing up in a small town almost in middle of nowhere, being a part of a small community, where an occasional drink is a norm.

      A drinking spot, a fresh road-kill in the  dark, the local drunks singing, inner rage, hurt and melancholia - connected through memories and contemporary poetry.

     

 Linda Vilka © 2018 

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