Saturday, November 21, 2015

Archive

What worries me is not that we will not be forever, or that this is ending, or even, really, that you will not be nostalgic; what worries me is that I can't tell what or how much I will remember. I don't know what got saved, and what erased. I have shot a roll on film, and what worries me is that I will disappointed with the results. What worries me is that I will not contain this time once it's done. But also, if I'm honest, I'm worried you won't contain me.

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