Forgotten Days in 35mm

In January I finished six months of grad school applications. Six months later I’m accepted and headed to grad school. In that time I damaged my camera and forgot to develop several rolls of film.

Six months last a forever when you’re young.

Now six months feels like three.

It goes so fast, and it only goes faster.

Things add up. Things fall apart.

And you find what you forgot or misplaced at the back of an ignored drawer.

Items and tasks tucked away like awaiting friends.

But today is already over.