Snapshots
Went to get a passport photo for my exchange study applications today. Ugh. I hate those photos and refused to smile to show my disapproval. In vain, I suppose, because who cares? As a matter of fact, I hate portraits. It's the harshest way to pass a judgement on someone.
A blank stare into the camera. Wonder how heavy the picture weighs in the application process? If it has any importance whatsoever I'm doomed.
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And oh, I've decided what the first word in my future novel will be. Röta (rot, decay). Don't say it didn't catch your interest!