10 Feb 2022

Who was I in all those iPhone photo rolls set to unlicensed music? Memories seem more painful, bodies seem thicker and thinner and never quite right (both then and now, from my little bed). Take a mental picture of this moment, not of myself.

Through a window, the reflection of red paper lanterns is overlaid onto a street scene, bikes and boxes and sticker-covered phone piles and a car and buildings in the background. It is night.

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