Blurry strangers in empty photographs are oddly infuriating. Not for the reason you may think of. I wonder far too much about their name, the exact colour of their eyes, the eleven.5 ways their lips shiver & twitch upwards right before a laugh.
Perhaps, because, I am falling in love with one. Pixels.Carefully choreographed ink. Enough blank spaces between for curiosity to make a home in.
*Who are you?
Hello hello there! How are you today, lovely? :') I am so tired from this week. TIME TO SLEEP. I hope you, you and you are well. xo