knuckles

i’ve been thinking about why I abandoned this palace of memories recently, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s because i don’t have a camera anymore and also, because i moved to an ugly city. i don’t even walk around. i don’t like being here, and it’s been more than three years. oh well.

brass knuckles — a gift from me to myself, and my daily medicine, a gift from my mother to me.

we have to self-destruct a bit before we can build it all back up again, don’t we? it seems the better way.