A few days ago when I tried to rewind back the film in my camera I heard a strange sound after which the film refused to be rewind, I went into the pitch black bathroom to check what was wrong and behold the film was ripped. This was a process I have done so many times, but for some reason this time it all went wrong. I felt very upset, few days before I took a few lovely shots outside of London Planetarium, but i sort of moved on, thinking that those shots can be easily recaptured, plus it'd give me another reason to go back to the Planarian, so the film went into a bin and I bought myself a Holga 120N, because I wanted to get one for a while. Just now I realised what else was on that roll of film, the shots that I took from my and Lucy's adventure in Barbican after dark. Sure, those pictures could be taken again, but what are the chances of me stumbling upon those very same spots again, feeling that same rush when I took those pictures. So I'm crushed at the moment, it's a profound sadness *sighs* times like these make me wish I had a digital camera, but it's not something I can afford any time soon. Meh.
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