Vancouver — But I feel empty of anything to say. Maybe because it’s grey outside…the first truly grey day I’ve encountered on this trip. Maybe it’s because we were out until 2 last night. Maybe because my next s...
Is this what we are? Our photos turn our lives into just a bunch of colours on somebody's infographic?
I promised myself that if I got lonely, depressed, blase, or any kind of blue during this trip, I would simply write it into the story.