#bathroom diary

sometimes everything works its way around and collects itself into the cracks and fits inside so perfectly ; and then you find yourself feeling these moments on your skin and on your tongue like they're soft melted caramel forgetting the hard flow of presence and future and the past ; you'll later remember them only as dreams hazed in fog ; so later you ponder and ask well oh well, where has my life disappeared ; whilst in a state of despair you'll reflect upon your obscure past, not able to see more apart from your fantasies of the shattered moments, now only half-hearted memories sewed around a fleeting feeling ; "so what now? what do i do now?"

after six months i’m getting my film developed and uh boy am i feeling involved