stills
Oh man. I'm finally cracking open the overflowing shoebox full of photos that I've accrued from middle school to the present, and putting them into chronologically-organized albums.
Was I ever that tiny and carefree? That time is near enough to recall quite clearly, and far enough from me to grieve deeply for its passing. I'm glad to finally be doing this, but it makes me feel sad and lonely and weighed down.
Also, the flow of pictures mysteriously cuts off in early summer of 2005. Goddamnit, facebook.
Was I ever that tiny and carefree? That time is near enough to recall quite clearly, and far enough from me to grieve deeply for its passing. I'm glad to finally be doing this, but it makes me feel sad and lonely and weighed down.
Also, the flow of pictures mysteriously cuts off in early summer of 2005. Goddamnit, facebook.