SCAN 62
we are the sound of time collapsing
the alleyways we used to run down & garbage cans we used to hide behind are only echoes
of what it means to be innocent.
A photographic journal
A place for photographs, small observations, and days without much to say.
we are the sound of time collapsing
the alleyways we used to run down & garbage cans we used to hide behind are only echoes
of what it means to be innocent.