Primary shots by Lightbringer Via Flickr: 8/52: High key
208: Primary Colors
I wanted to keep all three glasses in focus, which forced me to go on a longer exposure (it wasn’t the brightest hour in the day xD). Anyway, I think I got what I wanted!
To get these colors I’ve used fountain pen ink (red and blue) and for the yellow one I’ve used some diluted food coloring.
It was funny to get those tones mixing them with water and seeing what the result was.
You’re lonely and alone and
your knees knock together
like a door slamming shut.
It is autumn outside and
autumn inside, too - in your
bones, in your bed, in your
eyes. Your mouth is full of
dust and broken roots, your
heart always falling, falling,
falling. You don’t bother to
pick it up, not anymore.
You’ve forgotten that you
don’t need to. You have
forgotten that you do not
need to be indestructible.
Even the tallest buildings
crumble to the ground,
but they can always be
built up again.
You can always be
built up again. Buy yourself
a new skin. Wear their
laughter like a scarf. Does
it feel like homecoming yet?
I am nobody.
I am everybody.
I am sound.
I am silence.
I am the soft tick tick ticking of the clock on the wall.
I am the whispering wind through the trees.
I am the sand between your toes.
I am the prickling hairs on the back of your neck.
I am here and now.
I am the memory of good times long ago.
I am a mother’s goodnight kiss, caress, whisper.
I am the longing for a familiar face.
I am the dream of adventure.
I am the engulfing darkness of night.
I am the dawn.
I am laughing at a remembered joke.
I am the grasping horizon.
I am the quiet, contented purring of the cat by the fire.
I am the thundering roar of the waterfall.
I am drooping eyelids and heavy limbs.
I am sleep.
I am a gradually fading echo,
I make $9.50 an hour, 25 cents over minimum wage, and I’m part-time and can’t work more than 28 hours a week. I work around 21/22 hours a week, about $200 a week
If I worked every week of the year, at this rate, I will make $10,000. That will be my annual income. That is nowhere near liveable.
Now assuming I worked full time for the same pay rate, let’s say $9.50 an hour, 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, 52 weeks a year, my annual salary would be $19,760. Which is, guess what, still barely liveable.
How is anyone expected to pay bills, buy food, pay car insurance, house insurance, rent, buy clothes, necessities, get money taken from their paychecks every two weeks for taxes, and still be able to live comfortably? Even with coupons and food stamps and living in a $500 a month studio apartment in a bad part of town, buying clothes only from the thrift shop, cutting nearly every corner, it is not possible to live comfortably.
And that’s not fucking fair. Why do people like me not deserve a liveable wage? Why is it expected of us to do a full day of work on our feet for next to nothing? I’m grateful for my job and my paycheck and to even be making money at all, but I don’t think I’m asking a lot when I asked to be paid enough to live.
Wore my detroit half shirt from last year today. Can’t believe my race is only a week away!!! This is the longest run until race day. Unreal.
The weather today was windy and warm. But I enjoyed it and enjoyed these miles. The whole time I was thinking of everyone running Chicago and sending you all the good running vibes. So many of you kicked ass today and I am beyond proud of you! I was also mildly annoyed you can only track 4 people by text haha I have a lot of runner friends!
A great running day all around! I’m bummed tomorrow is Monday, I just know this week will go by slow!