the beginnings of a thought i had during ap lit but didn’t have the guts to say aloud in fear of butchering the idea with my poorly thought out ramblings: it seems to me that photographs are a comfort for those who fear losing the clarity of a memory. while the exact details of a memory may slowly blur over time, the photograph remains crystal clear, a perfectly preserved fossil of sorts. ...
i will never look at statues the same way again. stoopid doctor who on the flip side, happy [belated] new year! didnt even realize it was the 31st until i heard fireworks going off outside. and by then it was the 1st. another new year wasted. if i remember correctly my last new year was spent taking a ten second break from college apps to flail my arms around half-heartedly before resuming my...