FINALLY got my film developed from this year. One b&w roll is still processing. I, too, am still processing. I feel like a film roll, being slowly and carefully unravelled in a darkroom. Yep. That’s me. Slowly and carefully unraveling my denial that the last of us is over. For this year at least. It was 11 months man! 11 months of the machine. It becomes familiar, as you can imagine. And with familiarity comes safety. And when the machine is suddenly gone you are left, a lonely little cog missing all the other little cogs who soon will slot into new machines. Damn metaphors. But I hope you know what I mean. At least a bit. I miss it. That’s basically what I’m trying to say. I miss the show for all its ups and downs and long days (nights) and bruises and laughing fits and hour long conversations. So to mark how sad I am about wrapping here are some random non-spoilery fully legal pictures. Starting with a chalk rainbow I drew when I had covid. Me and Ellie might both be rainbow flavoured... but it turns out only one of us is immune 🤠 #thelastofus