and the house is quiet. am thinking about the week ahead. banana bread, book club, mail-in ballot. undeveloped rolls of film, unpaid bills, new shower curtain. I can't help it, I think in lists. at some point this week, I will: complain about laundry. fall asleep with the lights on. cry about my mom.
it'd be so much easier to just share photographs here. just photographs, all the time. but words are important. even when I can't seem to find the right ones.