tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post8338162160672592302..comments2023-12-24T09:46:52.681-08:00Comments on Carnivale Selah: Sunday's Emotionscafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-87019960732349098962016-10-24T04:38:43.350-07:002016-10-24T04:38:43.350-07:00It is the unpredictable irregularities I enjoy. B...It is the unpredictable irregularities I enjoy. But I wish I could hold onto my glasses. cafe selavyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-49224933049521001812016-10-23T15:04:30.727-07:002016-10-23T15:04:30.727-07:00Ironically, in the end all that will remain is the...Ironically, in the end all that will remain is the negatives. There'll be shoe boxes everywhere, stacked to the rim with celluloid in crinkly pergamyn paper. The files will all be gone.<br /><br />Fucking files, they're nothing; bearers of exactly no magic at all.<br /><br />Anyway.<br /><br />It's not glasses for me, it's gloves. And they never turn up, as stray film rolls - once in a while - does.Johanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05161078064702295911noreply@blogger.com