yesterday I walked east.
when I was fifteen, I took my first boyfriend here on one of our very first "dates." we nervously sat against a tombstone and smoked cigarettes and awkwardly tried not to touch each other.
I cropped this on purpose; I wanted to focus on the shapes of the panels, letters, crap in the windows, without any real context. it's now just a random thing.
right back at you.
looking up in my yard. this is what I often find myself staring at as I wonder what the hell I'm doing...
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