Stressed out my my mind with work, I had reached a point where I thought I'd implode if one more thought passed through my head. So I ran to a friend's place, and for the next two hours, we did nothing but take pictures. I didn't think. I thought nothing while taking these; there was a flow of sorts, I didn't let myself be in control, not completely at least. I think that's the way it's supposed to be, no? We had fun. We experimented. Mixed lenses together, played with whatever we had access to in her room.
I felt happy.
