Old Photographs Back From Cryogenic Storage
When I cleaned out the refrigerator a a little while ago, I found an old roll of black-and-white film. From what I can remember, the last roll of black-and-white film I shot was back in 2004 before I went digital, so I assumed that the film might be at least a little downgraded if not destroyed, but a few of them managed to turn out alright.
I do not remember taking any of these photographs, but then I do not remember a great deal of things since my surgery in early July. It is like a swimmy mess of maybes up in that grey matter. Did I read that book? Have I seen that movie? What day of the week is it? What year did that happen in? I think the doctors thought they would screw with my cortex while they already had me under to remove my uterus. Jerks.
It is strange to look back on a day of which I have no recollection.
Where do these things go? And what do they mean now?
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