Kodak Pony 135
Walgreens Film 400 iso
First roll (a test roll I guess) through the Pony.
We'll maybe wake up
in foreign cities where the sun's a ghost,
a figment of itself and angular
starched consonants braid the tongue at its root
so all sense of who we are is lost to words,
and nothing that we know can be unravelled.
- from "Salt" by Eugenio Montale