My word is chrysalism, the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly. I plan to incorporate the feeling of sadness and being scared in my photos by having someone in a car and make it look like rain is on the window and have them intensely gazing through that window. Also I plan to have a girl my age with mascara dripping down her face in a dark room with nothing but a candle to light it.
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