abbotsford

the music helps to walk a little faster but the feeling inside won’t change not yet uncertainty’s chained to my arms making my photographs a little blurrier than they ought to be by now. “it’s time” says the cold wind on my neck what has to come is coming but what needs doing still needs to be done »

dead evening swells darkness hits i make my way home red light impatient cars a sudden weariness overcomes “you seemed happier yesterday?” she asks “we have two days off!” but how do you explain the feeling of the grinding inevitable? »