Exposure.

At the end of this experiment, I don't feel as if I've accomplished anything. I haven't been able to write out any of the ideas that were bouncing around in my head. Just a mildly frantic ten or fifteen minutes at the end of every night trying to tap something out before bed. I miss my camera. Or at least having the money to develop anything. And the feel of its plastic casing in my hands, smell of film. Beep of auto focus. Shutter click. I forgot how different things can be when you're looking for new perspectives. I'm out of practice.