Remember For Me

Lately, I simply haven’t had much to say. This makes writing a particularly difficult endeavor. And so I take photographs in hopes that they can speak for me, remember for me at least. I shut myself in the darkroom and develop, print, scan, develop, print scan, eyelids heavy, in hopes that the photographs will live far longer than I, and my wordless theories and suspicions are able to be deciphered by someone somewhere down the line. I just don’t have the time right now.