What is your New Years Resolution?

We are in my friend's kitchen touching dishes. He asks, What's your New Year's Resolution? I'm at the sink. 

Suddenly, I'm turning a knob and enter a room. Blinding, at first. Everything's white: white walls, white ceiling, white floor as if the room came from a spray booth. A white Bonheur du jour is in the center. I open the nest of drawers, empty. Taste something like calcium carbonate and pluck from my mouth a single strand of white hair. That's when I notice fingertips, hands. I throw off my muslin dress, look down at my breasts, belly, thighs, toes. So here I am.

I'm completely white and nude and wondering what brought me to this point? The question was simple wasn't it? I was on a quest for answers. I was a character in a series of stories woven into other characters with their series of stories. Where was the epiphany? A story doesn't end unless there is an epiphany. I'm thinking all these things when movement catches my eye. The tail end of white curtains catch a breeze from a window in the corner. Why hadn't I noticed the window before? Windows don't suddenly appear. Then again maybe they do.

The window was handsome and waved me over, to look out across its terrain. It'd cup my cheek, stroke my hair, tell me, Here is your future honey, if only you do this. I was so slow. Walking took years. My years reeled as a series of images on a slightly out of focus Brownie projector. There were so many colors and I held them in my fists so tightly, that my nails cut into my skin and bled white. Everything can be taken from you, except for stories. I was so close to the handsome window now.

Then, the room was gone. And I was gone. My friend was eating pizza with a spoon. I was rinsing dishes. I shrugged, I don’t know. I’m still figuring it out. He said, Me too.

Below is a select few of my favorite images. I'd add a lot more if time allowed.

I want to create stories & take photographs as clearly and effectively as possible because I have a shitty memory.