ICAD 35; no prompt. Newspaper clippings, junk mail, and washi tape.
The “memory lane” part is a little overpowering, the more I look at it. But it’s something.
It’s 12:20 a.m. as I post this, and people at least a block away are still setting off fireworks. That’s 12:20 a.m. on Tuesday, July 6. Their trip down memory lane hasn’t stopped.
