Day 263

Confession: It bothers me that I don’t have access to my baby-photo albums. They’re in my childhood home, and I can’t go back there. I feel like there’s a part of me I don’t remember very well.  How did people deal with that before photos were a thing? Am I wanting access to something that’s a privilege?

Sound of the day: fortaliax – dissolving https://youtu.be/ZqabHQ2q6oE?si=o24Oa_J779ByBpW3