I was in class yesterday, quietly doing my work, when all of a sudden, the substitute teacher looked at me and laughed. She was laughing because she thought of a beautiful, surreal memory. She told me when she was my age, she went to Pairs and went to Moulin Rouge. There was a show going on and there were beautiful women, contorting their bodies like ethereal beings in a tank of water on a stage. I couldn't stop thinking about it after she told me. I sat in my thoughts thinking of the beautiful women in the takes. They sounded nymph-like and dreamy, not wearing any clothing and dancing in water. The memory was one I will never forget, despite the slightly bizarre context of the teacher's sudden moment of introspectivness and dreamy nostalgia.
I took a series of photos of one of my best friends in my town. When I went to edit them, they looked bizarre but beautiful. (Is it bad to think my own work is beautiful? Am I "self absorbed"?) Everything feels hazy and wonderful which has caused my aesthetic to shift.