Ive had 9 rolls of undeveloped film taken around 2020 lying underneath a desk, dusty and deserted. Besides forgetting them entirely, I had always been hesitent with the cost of getting them developed and scanned. Unlike the architypical photography gear snob, I cheap out. Tiny vintage C and D mount lenses, ebay bids on cheap glass that I have adapters for, expired film, and plus I have other hobbies to sink drastic amounts of money into and I am content with experimenting with what little I have. But upon rediscovering the clacking amber pill bottles that held old mediums of memory, I looked at my bank account and figured it was time. With some help from Errormine, we scanned the over & under exposed curly film using his D5600, what was left was a messy collage of memories, of old missing friends, of a lost loved one, of those sanguine moments of peace, of drunken nights where desperate lovers meet, of growing up, of explosive fanfare, of three brothers and holy crosses