Faded memories

So much for the perfectly filled month of July. Tonight I should have had a picture of the Jazz Festival as I headed out to go see Chromeo and Blackmahal. Sadly after waiting over 50 minutes for a bus that never came (and they want us to take public transportation?), I had to give up and go back home. No music, no picture.

So I lifted the cover of my desk, looked at what was inside and took a picture of an old picture. It looks like a ghost from the past. The ghost of me... Faded pictures of memories that fade.