my… Bristol friends in their moments of true torment. This is how I imagine them to be, beyond the garishness of house or circus after parties. A caring balance act of friends as they carry each other’s darings and insecurities through the night of life.
Part of the idea that present remains present, even when it apparently became past. O impresie de vara. How dissolutely summer days can just expire. With some traces to float you further in life, some leads, in spite of apparently nothing really happening.