and thou beside me singing in the wilderness.

by dorarandom

the most beautiful white city-coating kind of snow is outside. falling in the dreamiest way possible. and it makes people stay home from having obligations, and makes people look at it. i am in my house now and i am free to be mesmerized. and i have a mug of actual hot chocolate, a bed with very clean sheets and two cats on it, a scanner, and a century’s worth of photographs.

the digitization of the self. i have such plans and visions. i know you already know that.