SinistralPhotography

What Is Normal? Isn’t life so perfectly peculiar? One moment, you are sixteen, chomping on junk, glued to Windows XP whilst scrolling a site of artwork; and then, all at once, thirteen years later, life is completely and so honestly different? I had completely forgotten about this nook in the Internet. Yet it consumed me for two years of my life. I felt my first heartache through it. Photographs touched my soul by it. I ducked in and out of chat rooms, playing photo hunt games and passing by so many other souls who were transitioning from MySpace to Facebook. Yikes. Indeed, those were the days. Some of you still grace my slumbering dreams every once in a great while. I’ll remember conversations we partook together through MSN or AOL. (Incredible beauties of history that we’ll share with grandchildren some day). When I wake from those dreams, they do not linger as daytime thoughts. They simply are, and I’m thrown into my now—a world that looks so vastly different to thirteen years