I honestly envy writers. I suppose they are (some of them) born with an inclination to express themselves in the written word. And the struggle to express myself is probably a symptom of not fully knowing what it is that I want to say.
I wish I could share more of myself here. But for some reason, I can't.
I catch myself holding my breath a lot lately. I think that alone speaks volumes.
It seems like all of my friends (off-line) are overwhelmed. It makes me wonder if we're doing something wrong. I know it's understandable to feel that way on occasion, but regularly? I have to believe there's a better way to live.
Lately, my social interactions are with people two generations ahead of me. We eat rolls and drink coffee. And I try to convince them that film is where it's at. They laugh at me and scoff at the idea. I've also noticed that I don't feel a part of anything lately. I'm neither here nor there. But I'm showing up. And I'm grateful for this place. This semi-comfort with myself. It's not fully developed, but it's coming along.
Old Time Saturday, 2014
Polaroid Land Camera 450, Fuji100C film