Can`t make a sound

I have become a silent movie
The hero killed the clown
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Nobody knows what he's doing
Still hanging around
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
The slow motion moves me
The monologue means nothing to me
Bored in the role, but he can't stop
Standing up to sit back down
Or lose the one thing found
Spinning the world like a toy top
'Til there's a ghost in every town
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Can't make a sound
Eyes locked and shining
Can't you tell me what's happening?
Why should you want any other
When you're a world within a world?
Why should you want any other
When you're a world within a world?
Why should you want any other
When you're a world within a world?
Why should you want any other
When you're a world within a world?

Instantáneas de la indefensión

Siento una indescriptible atracción hacia las fotografías de Julia Fullerton-Batten. Si aún nadie lo ha comentado, diré que sus atmósferas recuerdan mucho a las de Erwin Olaf, pero existe una diferencia sutil entre ambos: mientras Olaf es un maestro retratando la contención emocional de sus personajes, Julia es insuperable captando el momento posterior al daño causado.

Sus instantáneas muestran a seres humanos indefensos ante lo que les acaba de acontecer, bien sea de tipo físico o mental.

Es única capturando esos gestos retorcidos, casi antianatómicos, que expresan ese deseo oculto de dejarse llevar, de no oponer resistencia cuando los acontecimientos nos superan y el drama se hace realidad.