Summer feels like 4PM on a stoop. Maybe it’s the heat, or an overactive imagination, or bad eyes, but I can almost see film grain through the heavy sunshine. And there’s a constant buzzing in my apartment, on account of the flies. They’re landing on my things,
The buzz of summer 🪰
The buzz of summer 🪰
The buzz of summer 🪰
Summer feels like 4PM on a stoop. Maybe it’s the heat, or an overactive imagination, or bad eyes, but I can almost see film grain through the heavy sunshine. And there’s a constant buzzing in my apartment, on account of the flies. They’re landing on my things,