In love.

Being in love poses it problems. First of all, one has trouble eating. The stomach really never settles, and then comes the problem of the fast beating heart. It beats so hard it is felt in the lower stomach. Then the nerve's set in. Numbness shoots from the quivering lip to the fingertips when the object of affection even crosses the mind. What is worse though, is that thoughts of the future race and leave the lover pacing for hours (whether they know it or not.) Pacing starts at home through dreams and continues into the shower. Physical pacing occurs perhaps, but the phenomenon is more like experiencing thoughts powered by pulsating electrical currents. The fast ones, that light one up, from the inside out. In the shower, water just pours over the victim in love. Sometimes they shampoo their hair twice, even three times, forgetting if they ever did it the first time.

Then comes the mental pacing while driving. Sounds strange, but it happens. Evidence is apparent when exits are missed, the radio station isn't changed during commercials, and cigarettes burn to the filter in the ashtray. Lately, I have fallen in love with Polaroids. More importantly, matte Polaroids. I have been pacing and dreaming about creating the perfect set, shooting the perfect accompaniment to a story, and creating fantastic portraits. This love affair is not recent, I have always been infatuated with the instant nature of the Polaroid, and its sleek, unique and exclusive style. However, I am afraid of what might happen to us when Polaroid eventually runs out of film. Rumor has it that it stopped production. Will I steal? Will I beg? I suppose I will do what love makes me do. Until then, I will produce and buy all of the matte Polaroid film in this town. Don't even try to talk me out of it, I'm still a little love sick.