An ode to the ones that didn’t work out.

I guess I’m feeling a little metaphoric in that sense. This year hasn’t worked out; relationships haven’t worked out, projects haven’t worked out. And at first, I didn’t want to collate these Polaroids because usually when you publish something, its because you intended to. You came up with a concept, and you got everything styled and edited the way you wanted it. But there are always some things you didn’t wish for or intended to happen. These are mistakes. Wholehearted, unadulterated fuck-ups. There’s nothing to them. They are just there. Like 2020, like the person you broke up with or the job you just lost. In all their glory, they only exist. Let them be.