I liked pretending I was one of the people either waiting for someone, or going off on a trip. I loved imagining I was a different person completely, from a different town.
I always seem to find the sweetest light in the sourest of places, though...restrooms. The custodian completely ignored me, which was unusual. Not even a sideways glance or a raised eyebrow. My peripheral was aware of her reflection off to my left. I couldn't help but to feel disappointed-I felt like a nothing, a ghost, invisible. I usually wouldn't mind being ignored like that, but I guess I was feeling lonely.
I thought maybe I'm not the first person she caught taking a picture in the bathroom. Maybe it was not the strangest thing she had witnessed in there. Maybe she just thought I was some weirdo and she better not acknowledge my existence, lest she be attacked with my SX-70 machine. Sometimes when I'm getting my camera ready, (especially now that I have to also add the shade), I do feel very conspicuous, like I'm loading a weapon. That's it, I scared her.
|Polaroid SX-70, PX680ff Impossible film.|