it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant
articulate
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
I Write Goodbye Letter
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems
annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder
where it goes in the day.
