i really love blues and grays, mixed in with blotches of rolled-up white. school uniforms are combined with brown satchel backpacks, adding colour to the hallways that act as containers for repetition. i think of forbidden material scribbled on notes, the blurring of eyes when you’re about to fall asleep in the middle of lecture, and surprise nosebleeds that lead to unexpected confrontations with people you fancy in the lavatory.
i think of running ink on parchment due to unexpected contact with rain
a friend fixing my shirt collar (never experienced something so intimate in my life, his hands brushing against the nape of my neck)
to keep busy, I imagine redrawing the curved lines of liquid eyeliner on my teacher’s eyelids. they’re always uneven, and fade away by the end of the day.