People walking on the chairs at the Maisons-Laffitte racecourse to escape the river Seine flood. Paris. 1924.
Hey, tumblr. I started using you as a drug when I was 19, I’m 23 now. As you can see, my hair is no longer red and long, which is strange for sure, but I am as pale as ever.
Some stuff has been going down; I live alone now, I’m juggling three jobs and it keeps me moderately insane. Despite my desperate attempts at applying to this art school in Helsinki, year after year I’ve been told “nah, man”. Last month I got accepted to a school to study computer science. Let’s see what happens. I suppose I’ve always been ace with the binary solo.
Occasionally, the past catches up, but you just have to smack that shit back with a brand new and ridiculously costly cast iron pan.
It’s been fun!
This is also the (kind of) first time I’m saying this, but I have a bunch of other blogs these days, as well, so, if you’re interested, you know. I don’t know.