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At dawn, the monochrome earth opens its prism eyes. with @inessmedina Fujifilm XT-2 30mm f/3 #fujifeed #fisheyelemag #pursuitofportraits #pulsefilm#moodyports #777luckyfish #cityports #portrait#portrait_vision #aovportraits #portraitmagazine#portraitfolk #portraitstream #justgoshoot #senseports#portraitsociety #vscocam #vscoportrait #theportraitpr0ject#hvmansouls #friendsinmyfeed #portraits_mf #portrait_shot#postthepeople #pixelextion #portraitfeaturez (at Sutter Stockton Garage) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzpI_woltGb/?igshid=1t8xln5mtahgl

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Join me on a voyage through time. I stole this moment from Venice. Egli fa roba sull' acqua. Fujifilm XT2 20mm f/3 #visitvenezia #fujifilm_global #fujixt2 #fuji_street #venice #eyecandy_collective #visuallyobsessed #frametality #visualsmovement #shotaroundmag #thevisualvouge #urbanaisle #trappingtones #lastingvisuals #feedbacknation #travelph #capturedconcepts #soft_vision #exploremore #urbanromantix #mobilemag #tlpicks #main_visions #visualambassadors #theoutbound #urbanandstreet #beautifuldestinations #bestvacations #visualsoflife #exploretocreate (at Venice, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/By3dzwFl2W0/?igshid=1tge6fe2f2kz6

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I am stranded in stagnant time; falling deeper into the quicksand. @inessmedina (at China Beach, San Francisco) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqgmMGKla_b/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14n2r6e4ys01z

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Stuck in a dream, watching a film of your life go by. (at Switzerland) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoQD8hBBHwn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dz1k7u85mtl6

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Everyday I succumb to the azure, a boat headed toward no shore. Fuji XT2 (at Twin Peaks (San Francisco)) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnstO6TBr34/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15uppj87ick58

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How can you be certain that you haven’t lost most of your living days? That have simply faded away like dreams on an awakening. ____ An old portrait with @erinnm0rgan Captured on the Nikon D90 (at University of Wisconsin-Madison) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnmaopehOGx/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=4hwpi45wpf9a

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My breath slowed down as I strained for oxygen; the sun on the snowy summit struck my eyes. All the moments in my life had led me here, to the culmination of a long journey. I felt like I could take a swim in the frothy clouds and aquamarine sky. All dreams are based in reality, and we are free, after all. (at Mount Titlis)

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she spoke to me with her eyes. Fujifilm XT2 + VSCO

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On laying my eyes upon you- I will only see through a veil the curtain of my need, and yours. The human - a face, the eyes, a vivid past, your body, you indistinguishable from a fantasy. A tale spun quietly, in the dark, for my amusement, and lost like dreams on an awakening.

Perceiver // Divij Prakash

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watch it germinate inside the soil of his mind: in the blue light beneath that ocean. this idea will cure him: the secret hidden in a white pill opened at the touch of water disintegrating thus, into a cloud what once was clear polluted by a thought rather consumed: than untouched.

Consuming // Divij Prakash

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Sounds pulsing into premonitory tones; one wave bringing the expectation of another of another of another until it breaks loose. A worn planet falling out of orbit, into unpredictable space.

Interruption // Divij Prakash

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then you saw that she knew it: your moon had set in her sky. Divij Prakash // Denouement

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life is lived in vain; watch: the autumn birds are falling from the deciduous sky crumbling with glorious catastrophe.

Divij Prakash // Un-becoming

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be: nobody; remember: nothing; walk: nowhere.

Divij Prakash // Three // Six Word Story

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Covered in layers, a girl lies asleep on a bed in the ocean.

A euphony in the movement of the waves, their light dawn breeze have brought her to this forlorn place. The wood sways with the clement, aquamarine water as the morning light settles upon the scene. She is awoken by the weigh on her eyes.

The water is burned away, and the steam rises into the open sky. The girl is alone here, as she stands up and struggles to see in the morning daze. In this monochrome reality, she is a beholder to a secret nation, a white forest. It is a dystopia of nothingness, a white upturned abyss. An empty forest - succumbed to an ancient rot.

Faced with a sudden end to a sudden creation, she looks upon her grave - this land, with familiarity. What made a home inside her, brought out in the morning light. She extended into this desert, a part of her being.

The violent sounds of Prokofiev flood her mind, as she is elevated into the aerial. With the rise and fall in the sound, she is both creator and destroyer. The ancient cities in the depths of her mind are born of the earth, and their reverses shoot out of the sky.

She lay afloat at the center, as she felt everything.

This barren world was never a dystopia at all, but clear white dream-space where her mind ruminates.

Written and photographed by Divij Prakash // Girl

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poetry is the moment: taking a photograph, with words.

Divij Prakash // Moment

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The high tide - will wash it all away. Into the sinking footsteps - the seashells crawl; scavenging tape recorders in vain. Within, broken cassettes repeat- the drowned sounds of voices in the sand. Those drenched memories on these fading shores remembered by the earth in noir. Slowly lost, with the waves.

Divij Prakash // Tape-recorder