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"...and don't you feel like a little bit more
of everything in the world
'cause the world keeps turning
anyway"
golden rough.
Moments of nostalgia. I remember when we took that photo, and how she got angry at me over something foolish I'd said shortly afterwards. As such, I wince every time I look at it, but it's the only photo I have of the two of us. I remember this one, on the Esplanade, on a cold December Sunday, trams in the background, and afterwards I went for the regular (at the time) Sunday evening weber roast. I remember these ones, a borrowed room and a bunch of volunteer geeks. I fit Debian Linux onto somebody's 100MB hard disk for them. I remember those few, on an out-of-focus webcam in a bearded co-worker's office, the day after a rather fun Sunday afternoon haircut-and-dye at a friend's place in Richmond.
It's a sign of something changing when I can actually bear to look at a couple of photos of myself - both taken this year, though - without feeling like it's all wrong.
...but there were other times, other people in particular, and I
never had the chance to take a photo of them. Now they're gone.
gone.
gone.