Cameron

I recently visited the house in Jakarta that I grew up in until I was 14. It had been twenty years since I left it. My mother left my things exactly how I had them. It was like opening a time capsule. I had these precious toys, books and other personal effects, but how I remember them vivid with colours, they are now the complete opposite; stained, yellowed and moldy. Due to the humid and hot climate of Jakarta, not one thing survived. It was kind of sad finding them like that. I wonder if one day after I am gone, this doll that I once really liked would become stained, yellowed and moldy too. So i am taking his photos, hopefully whoever ends up with him would find these photos and can see how he once looked.

I didn’t draw this of course! It’s a real photo of my #venitu that was processed via #Arteffect, but i just like how his hair looks here and that pissed off face is starting to explain everything. I suppose if you grew up in the sort of tough neighbourhood he had you’d have a hard expression too. Kitson is largely a solitary person, who couldn’t care less if he fades into the background. He wouldn’t throw the first punch if he could help it. If he does get bloodied it’s always in the defence of someone in need of protection, though he gets blamed for it all the same. There’s not a single romantic bone in him and diplomacy is not really his strongest suit. He realises this and how it could hurt others, so before that happens he usually takes himself out of the equation. A lonely albeit effective existence.

NO PROBLEM. WE’LL GET THERE  EVEN IF WE ARE STONE BROKE AF, EVEN IF UR DICK IS BROKEN, EVEN IF YVONNE STOPS GIVING US ALCOHOL, EVEN IF YOUR ROOM IS MOLDY, EVEN IF YOUR BED CREAKS A LOT WHEN THERE ARE TWO BODIES AND A FAT CAT ON IT, EVEN WHEN IT RAINS OR HAILS OR GETS LAVA BOMBED, EVEN IF WE HAVE TO REPEAT A YEAR…

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