weird rainy, misty day. the morning after. why do people always wake up ridiculously early after parties? everyone comes out of their respective rooms or makeshift sleeping places and laughs, smiles awkwardly, makes clumsy small talk before separating into weak light of early morning. we all remember what happened last night, but it’s morning now, so maybe we can all act like we forgot. or...
Sometimes we make ephemeral connections
It’s the type of night where you’re completely wrecked and you’ve just talked to someone at a party, or a bar, or wherever, for hours and hours. You’ve never met them before and you never thought they would be important. At the end of the night you’re laughing at everything because you can scarcely believe any of it. You’re probably still a little bit drunk but...