twelve april
twelve : oh-eight p.m.

she was coming down the hall towards me, camcorder in hand.

"we're going to make a movie."

barefoot walking downtown, peering in windows ("when we know doors are shut"), taking black and white photographs in the dark.

and i want it to be warm and pale and quiet and soft forever and ever.

music : "sounds familiar" by the weakerthans; "make me a mixtape" by the promise ring
literature : quotes
fixation : silence