in the event of my untimely death
from crossfire in an attempted pre-election assassination, protest bombing or dysentery,
the following are my requests:
destroy all my harddrives.
everything in my apartment will be dispersed amongst friends, but mom and dad have first dibs.
please ship jack the 85mm f1.2 fat kid.
since no one will oblige to snapping my dog’s neck and tossing him in the crematory with me,
please tell henri he’s the most handsome dog in the world
and that i love him more than any man that has ever entered my adult life.
there will be no religious undertones at my funeral, no forlorn speeches and poetry readings either.
instead, i would prefer you share a funny story, “this one time veanne and i…”
please limit to three minutes. except for kim. she may have five.
and at the start of the procession, i would like this song to be played.
for work, on three hours of sleep every day for seven days.
tito, romain and i had a shoot in jerusalem so we decided to visit the western wall.
i’m neither religious nor spiritual, which is why i’m a bit stupefied by what happened.
romain said, “go to the wall, touch it, make a wish.”
within twenty feet of the wall, i started to cry.
i wasn’t sad and i have no reason to be sad.
the only thing i was thinking of in my stupid little head was, “how fun!”
and yet it happened, unwarranted ugly crying surrounded by hundreds of tourists
which leads me to believe
a. there’s a gas leak in the square
or b. there’s something special about this city
our last day there was spent floating on earth’s lowest surface, 430.5 metres below sea level.
anthony and i spent the afternoon in an anechoic chamber, which basically means absolutely no echo.
it was eerie – what i imagine purgatory would sound like
or while falling through a portal to another dimension.