"here, take this one"
"posed? cos that's a great idea"
we're walking under bridges and looking up with the lens at the ferris wheel. the metal tin says BIN IT HERE, as if we needed a reminder of what to do with our hearts that had been trudged on by so many foreign footsteps. slow-dancing by the water.. he's teaching her how. coffee never tasted any better than it does right now sitting on this wooden chair with you and you. she's so sweet he comments, and i don't understand. smashing beer bottles because they're losers. thinking we've got work in less than twelve hours but staying out anyway. if you shake your camera, the lights move too.