iPhone Photo Chronicles
~ Serge Deflers, 1999 ~
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Serge Deflers. They knew you well. Well, well enough to have scrawled your name on a piece of driftwood stuck to a rotting twig.
1999. You almost made it to my last hugely romantic act: my request for the hand of a certain maiden who said yes, then no, which I've documented fulsomely elsewhere, to be sure.
Serge Deflers. You merited a stick, at least. For a long time I thought graves were for goons, but now I'm not so sure. I'm thinking I'd like to create a wonderfully square sculpture to bear testimony to my secular passing. But where would I put it? Any offers? Only that I'd really like it to be in Paris.
I used to think I'd like to be scattered like the four winds on the oceans of the world but now I'd quite like a corner, a little place I could call... what? Home? Not exactly. Me? Possibly. Paris? Probably.
Serge Deflers. You're one of a huge number of people I shall never know. This will not change. But I thank you for your simple passing, your memory on the Day of the Dead that I saw your mark, and although you won't read my words you've inspired me. That's a kind of meaning in itself, isn't it?
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© 2011 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free - Contact me directly for photo tours, interviews, exhibitions, etc.
© 2011 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free - Contact me directly for photo tours, interviews, exhibitions, etc.
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