I looked up and thought I was in Gotham.
Sometimes you can wring something good out of depression.
I am full of feelings.
I think about how the best light is separated by a period of time when light is hard to find.
I’m not sure how it started. The dream of living somewhere else. It seems like it’s always been there.
I’m preparing for the worst. And I’m trying to remember that I’m not a coward.
The photo I want is the one where I’m not observed by my subject at all.