This is the past. I remember last night, when were on that uncomfortable little couch; I remember how the present felt like forever when I kissed her eyes closed. But there it is, and there she went.: into my past.
Conversation overheard in a café. Nosy hack, I know.
This is the last batch of pictures from my newly developed film rolls. Yet another set of jumbled memories from times too good to last. Meghan is a natural in front of cameras; wish I knew more people who didn’t hide at the sight of a lens! Excitingly, I got a bunch of expired slide film from the flea markets a few days ago. Hopefully I can make this summer some sort of dreamily rendered souvenir to show to the children in my future, whoever they may be.