Beaches, memories and washed photography.
I haven’t been able to focus lately. Exams are closing in, and I’m doing the least I can to revise. Flipping through albums and albums of old photographs, when actual mechanical cameras were still perceived as a luxury, I realize how much I wanted to become who I was.
I resent the state that I’m now, and I hunger for those peaceful afternoons at the seaside. I used to hate the beach, since it was chaotic and very very hot. But now. I wish I still had the time to take long meander walks on the golden shores and just relax, under the sun.
