19JUL
There's something about the hour before the world wakes up — everything feels like it belongs to me. I caught my own reflection in the studio cyc and didn't recognize the quiet in my face. The stylist left the polo on the chair, and I put it on without asking, just to feel something soft against my skin. I walked, and the camera followed, and for a moment I wasn't performing — I was just here, in this light, in this silence.
Mood: Contemplative