i take photographs of everything i experience because i’m convinced that one day i’m going to get alzheimer’s and somehow everything is going to slowly disappear. i’ll forget the face of the boy who bought me flowers and played with my hair in the dark. i’ll forget what street i grew up on and the color of my mothers eyes. i’ll forget about my obsession with van gogh and that i prefer white wine over red. i am going to forget every god damn thing that made my knuckles bleed and every god damn thing that made me whole. but at least i’ll still have my photographs.