"But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning."
A Universal Feeling (someone else wrote it)
To be honest, I try really, really hard not to think about you, but somehow, someway you come to my mind and I find myself thinking about you every now and then even though I know you no longer hold feelings for me and it’s so, so bittersweet for me because I’m telling myself it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t, but at once, I know the pain will hit me once I learn to accept the fact that it does hurt. I just don’t know when I’ll accept it, but I know I wasn’t good enough for you, but I tell myself that it’s okay because I’ll be good enough someday for someone. Then again, I shouldn’t let myself be good enough for someone someday. I should do it for myself, but it’s hard when I’ve been told all my life that I’m never enough. I’m constantly striving and I’m constantly hurting, but I try to let the hurt make me grow to become a stronger person, but I realized how much it numbed me to feel things I should feel. It numbs me to the point where when all my emotions unravel, everything hurts twice the first time it did and that’s the misfortune of it all. I miss you when I feel like I shouldn’t and I like you a whole lot, when I shouldn’t and I just feel foolish and silly, but I haven’t cried over you. I haven’t cried because I refuse to allow myself to. It’s not worth my tears, but it’s going to hurt later. I know it. I miss you terribly and this is terrible, but I’ll get over this too because all painful phases pass someday soon.
"I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday."
"Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone."
"I understand I can’t have you. But I want to know you’re in the world with me."
"She loved the guy. She did it for him. She would’ve done anything for him. Some people are like that. Some loves are like that. Most loves are like that, from what I can see. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people out—your friends, everyone you used to know. And it’s still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it’s going to take you down with it. I’ve seen that happen to a lot of people here. I think that’s why I’m sick of love."
"Physical intimacy isn’t and can never be an effective substitute for emotional intimacy."
You look just like your father: split face portraits of family members
Ulric Collette is a photographer from Quebec. He studied art and graphic design at school and currently works as an art director for Collette, an advertising studio in Quebec City.
In this series, called Genetic Portraits, Ulric splices together portraits of family members to explore genetic similarities.
From parents and their children, to twins, siblings and cousins, the series is fascinating, and just a little bit spooky.
The project was shortlisted for a Cannes Lion.
Visit genetic.ulriccollette.com to see the entire collection.