When the days all blur together, everything seems foggy and vague
and even standing still feels like a step in the wrong direction.

Here’s a reminder of a time when I was well and truly alone
in Seattle, with a job but still no money and no friends.

I would write songs and sing them to my cat in my apartment
and go for aimless walks around my naval-industrial-turning-hipster neighbourhood
and take pictures that nobody would see, with my bright white fisheye camera.

I wasn’t happy then, but I still feel some nostalgia for those days.

Lomography Fisheye, Fomapan 200, D-76.