i should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas

jamelah e.

So, I was looking at this image of Linda's, and the beginning of Eliot's "The Waste Land" floated through my mind, since April is the title of the image and is the cruelest month, and all of that. Of course, I'm not actually a fan of Eliot, but I do have quite a soft spot for "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock". (It's my favorite poem. Funny, perhaps, since I'm not an Eliot fan. But then, sometimes we can't choose the ones we love.) And then I got to thinking about images and my favorite lines in Prufrock (they make up the title here) and this happened. I don't know if this image says Prufrock to me, but my hands feel this way sometimes.

Maybe I should've been thinking of doing something about my cuticles, but I'm not one to care about that sort of thing.


View Project:

Utata » Tribal Photography » Projects