sometimes my need of photography overwhelms me. it catches me off guard. it only started happening recently, after shooting became secondary in my schedule. i used to shoot almost every day. at least every week. taking pictures and my life were entangled. yet, here, in a new city i find myself without a camera and in desperate need of one.
and i do need it. i need the familiar weighty feeling of metal and plastic in my hands, the tinny click of the shutter in my ear. i need to hide my face behind its mechanisms and experience this new place in metaphors.
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