Another sepia still from my life, captured by a strobe, the ones that make it difficult to navigate when you’re just slightly too inebriated.

Faces that you want to interpret as friendly, but you just can’t be sure.  The girl who told you, indeed, if you hadn’t been too timid, she might be with you instead….

Stuck in the head:  “What’s the use in fixin’ what’ll kill me in the end?  Put me back together, I’m still hearbroken….” (Meaghan Smith)