Fuji-san, as we call it with reverence, is very beautiful afar and up close... well, it becomes a mess of nature, rock and perseverance of facing it. Its sometimes the same with women, I suppose. They are more beautiful when reflected in mirrors and hearts still able to reflect. I wonder if in my hand I hold not a camera, but a heart... a living mirror, a mess of pains oiled by pain and passions of mine so much that it became reflective moving mass willingly clicking and clacking on a whim.
And with time I less and less pursue the beautiful and the perfect - cause "only beautiful" or "only perfect" does not disturb me enough to feel alive. Is it enough for you? Whats the rush in polishing of everything you touch? Do you need to be perfect? I have a feeling that a long run for perfection shrank you like overused rubber eraser.
With time I seek more for lasting and imperfect. Something that looks beautiful from afar and becomes a mess after a closer look.
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