The strange thing about taking all these pictures is that everything becomes a mess.
Nothing is as organized as I thought it was.

Its a bit like the T’s themselves: you think you folded them nice & tidy, but when you take one out of the wardrobe it suddenly looks crumpled.

It’s like big waves, hidden underneath the surface, until it arrives at a shore.

I probably forgot to look. I only saw.

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