I’m spending more and more time lately in a city that’s never felt like home and I’m trying, I’m trying to find a way in. Wandering the streets at night and taking photos on an entirely awful phone. I want to like this place, I want to learn its secrets, I want to sync with its strange, angry rhythms. But I don’t know why it matters.

spray thyne loneliness on a wall

ya fucking vandal

Drunken 3am long-exposure photos in the snow. Dimly remember knocking over the tripod a lot. The snow was all gone by morning, but it almost definitely happened.

i am so i am so very

tired

today