in 35mm
It’s interesting, this getting older thing. In so many ways. But the way that I’m thinking of now, is the feeling I get when I look at old pictures of a person I’m dating. Not pictures of him as a child, but pictures of him as an adult, years before I met him. Here he is, much younger, but still grown-up. He looks different from how I know him- his hair, his clothes, the expressions on his face. His scars aren't there. He is in love with someone else. He thinks, maybe, that he is going to marry her. But then he doesn't. Then other things happened and he got older and his face changed and his body changed, and now here he is with me. Not a single cell in his body remains from that time. It’s a strange sort of jealousy.