I don't exist.
On the day that Daniel Cowman stopped existing
the world should've ended right then and there
at precisely four-fifteen when he stopped existing
the world should've ended--how could it go on?
How could it go on when I don't exist? I don't exist...
-“Daniel Cowman” by Regina Spektor
This was a total accident. I forgot I had my shutter speed super slow when I clicked the button on my shutter remote. I kind of like it a tiny bit. I just need to upload something. So, here it is.