VALINE

The old version of you that I knew — a memory I can’t fully trust anymore, but still reach for. The old version of me that knew you — an identity I’ve outgrown but still miss. And now, you who no longer exists in this world —the boy who will never return. I’m untangling them slowly, learning how to let go of each ghost without letting go of myself.

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I remember when they needed a baby picture of myself for school but have nothing to show them because I had none. All the photo albums got burned in the fire from our first house. Even then my parents didn't really take that much photos of me and my brother growing up. There were some of me taken by his ex girlfriends since I'd always be around them. Those were the only photos I refer to back then.

Fast forward to now I take photos of everything.

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Nowadays, people hardly read lengthy posts, so I'm going to write more. My days are always different because I don't follow a strict routine. I never know what tomorrow will bring and I find it reassuring to embrace that uncertainty.

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Yesterday, I spotted James Jebbia in the city, sitting on a bench near one of my favorite restaurants. *If you don't know him that's unfortunate* His wife had her head resting on his lap while they chatted face-to-face. This moment felt significant to me because I I've been wanting to shoot for Supreme. Seeing him randomly made me feel like I'm getting closer to that goal. It's also wild that I work at a store literally next to Supreme. Anyway, I wasn’t even supposed to take that route home; I just had a sudden urge to take the longer path. Side note -- As I write this, I'm staring at the Supreme Tyler wheat paste that I just framed in my living room.