Alright, so I had three years' worth of memories stocked up in film rolls. Took a mundane Thursday to remember my film rolls have been chilling in longer than me.
Manila in 2022, my Bali bachelorette in 2023, my wedding, and random beach trips in 2024. 19-year-old Cae is screaming in anxiety about botched films. It’s 2025, I’m 30 years old, and I appreciate doing the laundry to clear my mind.
Those film rolls have been aging like fine wine—because apparently, memories develop better with time.
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🔗 All photos here.
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