Found a roll of 35mm in my old winter coat. No idea when I shot it. Got it developed mostly out of spite, figured it was a waste of money.

Turns out it's from the summer after my brother died. Photos of his apartment I didn't remember taking. His kitchen counter, his shoes by the door, the weird little cactus he kept on the windowsill. Nothing sentimental-looking, just stuff.

I've been using them in a piece all week. I keep stopping and staring at the one of his shoes. I don't know what I was thinking when I shot these. I don't think I was thinking anything. That's the part that's getting me.

Anyway. If you've got an old roll of film somewhere, it might be worth the thirty bucks to find out what's on it.