22/03/2026
Welcome back to where the week slows down, and the frames do the talking.
Timeskips. An entire roll of them. Moments that have no chronological loyalty to each other, just coexisting on the same strip of celluloid like strangers sharing a bench.
Sundays I go somewhere still. Somewhere the week can’t follow. Something hums in the background while I let the unfiltered version of my thoughts exist without consequence. Brainfarts that somehow land on something true.
The same phantom frequency Uninvited. Inevitable. The most recurring motif in a life I keep trying to archive objectively. I think it became something more… curated. Still there. Just behind glass now.
This was a HEMA disposable. An instrument of pure impermanence. And yet the light it caught that day is more permanent than the camera, the tulips, and probably most of the people in frame.
That’s another frame for the Soulful Sunday file.
Shot on Hema disposable 🎞️
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