The Underground Junk Hole

Fear and exhiliration course through my veins when locked away in the darkness. Fear not of what might lurk inside it, but of what I might do to what's in it. I hate bumping into things.

Film Photography, a hobby that lends me freedom but can feel so suffocating when developing it.

I wrote some more, all witty and insightful, but the computer's power went out inexplicably and deleted everything. This is all I could remember. Fuck my life.