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Monthly Archives: August 2020

I used to finish races like that so sweaty and happy and exhilarated that I didn’t need any rum to feel like the queen of the world.

Something like the Holga makes it impossible to forget that photos are made of light-affected chemicals on a roll of paper.

Here, lightly edited, are a year of the mundane and serious and baffling things I felt the need to save.