i felt

like i was flying in a boreal rainforest, weaving through mossy vines and floating and taking risks. and we went on his roof while it was raining and we watched the rain haze over new york city, looked down at passing taxis, crawling vines, and noticed droplets of water poised on our eyebrows.

all i need is soft and affection.

my favorite still from the 400 blows:

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