I belong to the school of wearing your experience on your wrist. My armwear (my daily armour) tells you where I have been. Its like an amalgamation of my story; the why’s, when’s, who’s and my where’s.
I carry my memories with me. Jangling nosily around my wrist.
Peer into the camera obscura.
Labels: camera obscura
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