I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.
The children shown in this series are watching television. These portraits record the precise moment in which the children, between 3 and 12 years old, show absolutely no impulse or emotion. Engulfed, entranced, the children are no longer active individuals. Rather, they have become passive, fully abandoning themselves to the child-oriented programming playing on the television in front of them.
Fiona Apple in the Nov ‘97 issue of Spin magazine
Here are the days, spread out in front of you like a deck of cards. Do you want to see a magic trick? Pick a day, any day, and I’ll tell you if you’ve met me yet.
Queen of Hearts. It is a Thursday and you love me already. It is a Thursday and I love you back. I fall flat into a puddle when I turn the corner and see you, and we spend the next four hours in the rain. If I keep going, the days will get shorter and the sun coming up will be the rise and fall of my chest while I sleep.
King of Diamonds. I do. I show the ring to everyone we’ve ever met and I dance with all of my ghosts before telling them that I am leaving for good. You still love me the way you did when I was a stranger, and I can’t decide if that is a good thing. Pick another card.
Four of Clovers. It is a Monday and our car breaks down, so we pass the time in the back seat, whispering stars into each other’s skin. I would unfold galaxies to have this day back. We forget to call AAA and fall asleep with our bare skin sticking to the leather seats. I love you more than I promised.
Ace of Spades. It is winter. We bury ourselves under the soil and sleep until our skin feels warm again. You wake up and you don’t love me the same way. I kiss you and the leaves don’t grow back. Winter continues for 6 weeks while we try to find old love notes pressed under our eyelids and fingernails, but all I find is HOME scribbled in lipstick in the hollow of your collarbone.
You have been the love of my life. It is okay that you left, even though you took a few of my things with you. You don’t want to pick another card. You’re crying. I tell you that this doesn’t change anything, that everything is beautiful even while it is ending.
You say you don’t believe in magic anymore.
Come closer. I want to see the way you doubt.
you’re really cute and its ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time