the way it should be
When you take self portraits, there’s this kind of reverie you go into. You go into almost like a fugue state. You don’t blink your eyes so you get kind of woozy vision - it’s what’s called ecstatic time, I guess. Everything slows down.
Your mind goes and brings bits and pieces of your past into your present and snatches a conversation back to you.
And they all weave together like some kind of peculiar tapestry that’s faded in different places.