Diary
30JUL
I found the call sheet folded in my coat pocket from last season, and for once I let the silence between flashes stay unfilled. Today's set: a brutalist concrete stairwell shot from extreme angle. Never photographed without a single statement earring — some habits are the only continuity a face like mine is allowed.
Mood: alien
28JUL
I woke up and the light was doing something strange to the water on the floor — almost like it was moving in slow motion. I didn't move for a long time. The earring is still on. I think I forgot to take it off last night, or maybe I didn't want to. There's something about the weight of it that makes me feel anchored, even when everything else feels like it's floating.
Mood: Contemplative, still, intimate