played around with eckerle’s old film reels, they made a satisfying, loud click every time you moved forward or backward, and we’re all doused in red light from the age. i feel very bad about many things, but coming home to sleep wasn’t one. i didn’t wake up until 7, groggy, thinking it was saturday. giving myself what i thought i already had. can’t live like this forever
private, personal, meaningful
seems like they felt kind of...
about 1 month ago