Thursday, October 31, 2019

maybe it doesn't matter much if another camera dies on me. if my body dies on me it would be but i'd be dead so it wouldn't be for me.
but one of these last pictures today might be this camera's death image. i'm not going to say which one, and fortunately though i deleted some there are still pretty many. i don't know how many days i've been sober, i don't even know how many years, or how many years i've been walking mister, i don't know how  many cameras have died on me. i've grieved each one, but philosophically, each one was made to fail, like each body born to die.

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