the eye of the storm

lines formed in random spokes in front of the three sets of tradeshow doors. it was crowded. people were everywhere. you could sense that hysteria was threatening to bubble over. the only thing i could do to keep patient was take a deep breath and look up at the ceiling.



{ day 052 | mon feb 21 | iphone 3gs | hipstamatic 201 | jimmy | ina's 1969 | no flash }