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photographs are proof of our existence. so if i don't appear in them, then perhaps, i don't exist.
8.37pm. walking back to hotel from bethnal green, the sun finally showed signs of letting up. it was becoming the evening that i was familiar with.
photographs aplenty in my trusty dslr. none of them had me within.
have i gone to london? or is it just a figment of my imagination, along with everyone else's?
8.37pm. walking back to hotel from bethnal green, the sun finally showed signs of letting up. it was becoming the evening that i was familiar with.
photographs aplenty in my trusty dslr. none of them had me within.
have i gone to london? or is it just a figment of my imagination, along with everyone else's?