That feeling of exhausted emptiness, when you’re high on adrenaline and you can’t imagine its over, when the clapping and bright lights, the smiles and handshakes finish and you’re exiting a building you’ll never again enter - it all feels like a dream, a sprint, a crazy production where everything was thrown aside for the birth of this project, each frame, each tenth of a second, each sound bite. The nervousness and frustration, the stomach pains and heartaches, the hatred of that slowly inching loading bar, of the rainbow spinning wheel, completely forgotten.
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an amateur writer, photographer, and designer; a sleeper, a reader, a walker, a liver (not in the organ-sense).
loves: fruit, witty remarks, music, dwarf tulips, light sage green, and watching the sky.
can't survive without: water, sunshine, love, my family & friends.
