27JUL
I found myself standing in the studio at that precise moment when the light forgets what it's doing—neither leaving nor arriving. The water was cold against my ankles, but I didn't move. There's something about these pauses that feels like remembering something you never actually lived. I collect old film cameras because they teach you about waiting for the right light. Today, I am the camera. Today, I am the waiting.
Mood: contemplative, still, slightly melancholic