Writing about it seems very odd to me.  Like showing off a lot of pictures from it that I didn’t take… Sharing some of the innermost fragile and interpersonal conncetions and moments that i have probably ever experienced in a different medium than they occured, to me feels a bit…

II. Where’ve you gone, my darling love? She cried. You’ve disappeared. – I can’t hear the soft rising and falling  of your chest in the night,  or taste the bite of your fingers  clamped sweetly  around my own.  And it’s not until I close my eyes shut that your face…