rewind: cinematic

the position of my eyes (here, the bus windows) just before throwing the photos on the ground.
some morning walk being described here. a woman eating her breakfast 30 cm away from my nose.
all of that.
the manner, the skill, the ease.
all of which tends to get noticed.

i would like to be able to say that taking a walk by myself already bores me. it would be a lie, and i will disregard my desire to say this now.

it would have been nice if i didn’t enjoy staring at the white and bluish things high above the buildings so much. why not? i have never been able to take a satisfying picture of clouds. they never look the same on paper as they did in the sky, even when i ask them politely to do so.

the deep voice of fontella bass around, probably in harmony with the sound of the flying photos.