Jan–2019Self-Study #98We wait in the crowded entrance sipping beers, bright red walls, the whole place saturate, sensation. Later, him: there are things I’m starting to feel for you and I don’t know what to call them other than love. I‘m wrapped in a towel, freshly showered, gripped by a sensation like my arms are struggling to hold something flowing, overflowing, abundant, relentless.Mamiya C330