without referring to folders, i tried putting these images in chronological order,

but you know what i’m going to say–

“time isn’t real,/ time is an illusion,” etc.

i took photos i liked with another camera,

and ultimately decided i liked this camera better,

(and am currently dealing with issues around consistency,,,)

so to appease myself, i took photos of those photos on my laptop screen-

isn’t that so [inception]?

moving a lot of random objects away from the edges of things,

when did that start?

feels hard in these times to not see something poignant in that act-

a grateful, wise man once said, “pandemic poetry hits different,”

*guess who*