It’s sweater weather again. Though here in Manila that means only certain parts of the day when it’s raining (and not always, especially when it’s humid – and that’s often) and when it’s windy.
Sweater, Iceberg History, thrifted
Cargo pants, Izzue, thrifted
Leather sneakers, Fred Perry
Shirt, Zara, thrifted
Though I’m not very tall, I’ve found that wearing oversize sweaters have become a consolation – not only because they’re look whimsy, but because taken off they’re good enough as makeshift pillows.
Put ‘em up, rainy season! This is a stick up!
Oh you slippery days of July, when the soul is damp and prone to recollection.
Oh time! Protect us from your ravages.
I’d like to gather the sheets of the sky and gather them into a blanket.
And then sleep for two weeks.
Following the suggestion in Amelie, upon waking up, I’d busy myself without a wink for a forthnight. That should make things right.