… there’s an old quiet place concealed from the bustle and mess of the world we’re used to. I like old houses because I long for that indoor silence; that kind of peace that could make you survive on gas lamps and flush-less toilets.
It’s a human disease – regression. Even those who do not dwell on the past still often go back to try and experience it, including all the painful crap that comes with the package. We like the pain and we brag about the tears. That’s how we know we’re strong enough to live at least a hundred more days.
It was one Sunday of nostalgia, conversation and bite-sized photography lessons. It would be a shame to miss something like this again, so this girl is definitely living for the next few hundred days. I wanted to avoid being cryptic, but yes, this time I’ll learn how to play.
Photos: Rizal House in Calamba, Laguna, Philippines. 22 May 2011.
