TIME contract photographer Dominic Nahr documents the aftermath of the devastating earthquake and tsunami in Japan
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‘Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally, it’s just easier.’
‘It’s also really lonely.’
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It’s the small things, it always
has been, hasn’t it? That smell
of coffee seeping into our clothes,
a kiss on the forehead, your nose
buried in my chest as a record
scratches out it’s symphony,
the cold, warm blankets, a heater
coughing to life in the heart of winter.A poem written
for you.
This is where happiness stays.
I often look up at the sky. Didn’t bother much when I was younger. Maybe I do it as I have nothing to face to. Sounds sad and depressing but I enjoy it and get amazed with what I see. My routine is to check the weather the first thing in the morning. That might decides my mood for the day. There is no window in my office. It’s just like a box with desks. Wonder how long I could go? Talking on the phone all day is tiring and makes me want to shut out everything but sleep after work. Good side about this job is Mon - Fri day job with regular weekend. Down side is I will get paid less, a lot less. Maybe I’ll be making as much as new graduates. I have been asking myself what I really want to do for the rest of my life. Job is dull, no one in my life besides family( this is what I’m blessed with I guess) . When it comes friends, I’m not doing so well. I have no one to talk to or just call. I shouldn’t be complaining about my life. But my everyday life is lonely. So I look up at the sky.
In December we shed our skins, trusting the moon
to keep us warm in the frozen midnights.
Our bones would shiver closer together
as we found heat in the transit of our veins
coursing frantically throughout our anatomy.We stirred memories into coffee cups to fight
the bitterness…
