my summer vacation. 2012
a diary in letters to trace the days, the months, along Time's spine. To capture it, if only for a moment, and remember the taste of what has gone by.
My love. Being his scientist self doing scientific things all…sciency
Gone all summer.
Me & Brother (most probably Summer 1992)
We’re all grown up now, he and I.
My skin hasn’t been able to take that color again, since the sickness, but maybe it will again one day. He’s tall now. Taller than me. With piercings and tattoos and darker skin and large broad shoulders.
I miss this house, where the picture was taken. Childhood house. I miss the house more than I miss what we were then.
(apparently we look really alike).
There is something about old family pictures. Something that tugs at your heartstrings. Even if you’re looking into a past where you didn’t exist yet.
Monday. By the docks.
Talked to the seagulls. Chatted with the ducks.
memories. (found old pictures).
Spring 2008. I think I was happier then. Or maybe more carefree.