galapagos
I thought about how it had all been a montage of the haze in the afternoons and the heat of the sun on the pavement, and the summer had sort of faded into these blurred images of things that I couldn't remember happening.
The collage was hung on her wall haphazardly, with the tacks you can get for ninety-nine cents at the grocery store. It was all pictures of the summer before--the four of us, wild-eyed and drunk with life and summer.