how long should I wait?

[note: playing with the lighting. didn't like it.]

chris, you're the fucking best.

*dies*

I can't breathe in this room

I could've sworn I turned the tv off. Every time I blinked though there they were still clinging to the walls, hanging from the ceiling, flying around the room. I only noticed one or two initially. Mom just hours earlier had complained about how many she had killed within the last few days. "Where could they be coming from? Outside?" But it's too cold for them to be coming from outside. It certainly is a strange season for them to be this plentiful. It's not like it's the middle of a humid summer.
Everyone always forgets about that room. It used to be mine. The memories and made-up nightmares that haunt that room have left it to be a black hole just beyond the peripheral vision of by passers and those living in the house. No one asks about that room anymore. As if it never even existed. Everyone always forgets we don't have just five pets.
It's not about placing blame. It's about doing what needs to be done despite who "should've done it." Because this is everyone's responsibility. It was one choice that was forced [although I feel forced is far too strong a word] upon all and in this family that which is one person's problem is everyone's. This is a mound of shit we're going to have to climb up and dig through to the bottom before we can get rid of it.
Something tells me they'll always be there. Not in the literal sense but always there none the less. A frenzied flight of reminder. "We're still alive even though you always forget."

There's always something to remind you that you've forgotten.

the quality of sound

teh tasty

the sun came back out after the storm


these were taken last minute for some casting I was asked to go to
too bad my printer had teh suck and I have to email the photos