happybirthday.
summer 2006. portsmouth, rhode island.
photos of my childhood, of my family, when we were together. they feel different now. they feel warm but far away at the same time. i feel, really deep down in my stomach, very fully, a longing that nothing else provokes. it makes me breathe slower. like i am looking at someone else’s life in photos. but i know all of these people. it feels like patchwork, putting us back together in photos, remembering how we were as a whole. if i remember it hard enough, maybe i can go back, for just a second.
