Not happy. Not sad. Just… alive .
Because someday, Sharlotta—older, quieter, maybe wiser—will sit in a different room, in a different version of her life. And she will press play on ‘Collection 03.’ And she will see this girl. Me. Right now. Sharlotta s video collection 03
Proof that I was there. Proof that the afternoon light really did turn that wall to gold. Proof that I loved something fragile enough to break if I didn’t look at it hard enough. Not happy
"There’s a difference between remembering and recording. Right now
So why do I keep making these?
Not the highlights. Not the performance of a good day. This is the footage I almost deleted. The five minutes where nothing ‘happens.’ The glance I held two seconds too long. The sound of rain against a window in a city I no longer live in.