By Christopher Munroe
I’ve bought a Polaroid camera.
And film, obviously. It would’ve been pointless without film.
I bought it just in case I meet a girl with brown hair and glasses, who loves The Smiths and wants to teach me to love life again the way a child does.
We’ll lay by the river, talking about our hopes and dreams while I snap Polaroids of the two of us, falling in love.
I don’t have a specific bespectacled brunette in mind, yet, I bought it just in case…
After all, if I ever DO meet her, I’d hate not to be ready…