18 Dec 2022

All of these photos and the photos I’ve ever and never taken have this quality to them, the quality of me. I try to crawl away from it — the me-ness — into something white and stark but this is just how it is, how it ever and never will be. I keep pushing, and I am pushing around a circle. Shadowy, lovely, dark, crackly.

Stripes of afternoon light illuminate the bottom half of a guitar hanging on a wall above an orange leather chair.

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