Still Stories.
Photography in the art of film stills.
Episode #1:
Time went on and he picked up his routine again.The market was a good place to go. The whole place echoed with deli orders, chatters of people having lunch, and running into old friends. It was the only way he could keep his mind occupied. It was too loud to think. He would go to the market on Sundays before the week started again, then a cafe afterwards. The rest of the week was occupied with work. This was his escape. It was the only way to not slip.
Episode #1 Part 2:
(indistinct chatter)
Episode #2:
Ana: I miss home, it’s lonely here
Niccolò: Where was your home?
Ana: It wasn’t too far from here, but what if I never feel home again?
Niccolò: You can’t take away what’s meant for you, you’ll have that home again.
Ana: Beau here is the only piece of home I have left. He reminds me of what I miss, the memories I had. You ever had that? Not that some place was home, but felt like home?
Niccolò: Somewhat, living nomadically I guess makes me make a home out of everywhere I go.
Ana: Home isn’t a place. It's a feeling, and I hope I get it back some day.
Episode #3:
(cars honking in the distance)
7 years later, these tacos still tasted the same. It was almost as if I never left when I came back here. The rest of the city, though… felt…different. Was it me? Did I change? Or did this place do a complete 180? Whatever, I was only back in the city to do a show this saturday.
Episode #4:
(crickets)
Jonah: That’s all we heard around here. Crickets and the river flowing. Silence eases the mind sometimes, but honestly…sometimes you feel like you’re going crazy. Y’know? When all you’re left with is crickets and your own damn thoughts. I love this house, but god damn it. It’s freakin’ falling apart look at it. What’s that say about me?
