Photograph: Still from Waves ’98
Ely Dagher has stopped questioning the infinite variables of life. “I can’t think of anything apart from the film,” he admits with a laugh. 1,790 more words
Tonight, i came back home late just like every night.
Just like every night, i opened grindr to check my messages and spend some time talking to strangers on the hope of getting sleepy and let the bed embrace me, exhausted, surrendering my being and trusting a pillow to take my neck. 390 more words