There's something heavy sitting at the bottom of my stomach. It aches and aches and aches. It feels like a cavern which only wants more and more and more. Whether it's the newest pair of shoes or the stack of pancakes five minutes before brunch service ends or a person who entrances and delights you so much so that you want to trap them in some kind of giant bell jar. This heaviness won't be put off with Angus and Julia Stone or Bon Iver or repeated viewings of Wong Kar-wai movies or really dour W.H. Auden poems. So the sun goes up, and the sun goes down, and you've been in bed all day, drapes shut, ready only to sleep again. Sometimes the heaviness wins.
♥ Photos by me on a Yashica Electro 35GSN with Kodak Portra NC ♥