My Summer as a Camera

Despite having written an essay tearing a strip off of him in my first year in Cheltenham, I am feeling rather sympathetic to Isherwood right now. I suspect if I write anything about this completely insane summer, this will be the title. I mean, grief. What am I supposed to answer when I'll (inevitably) be asked 'So, how was your summer?"
"It was okay, I fought off a brainwashing cult, watched my brother storm out and learnt more than I ever wanted to know about neo-nazis. Oh, and ran off to europe for a month. How about yours?"
I can sort out my massively confused opinions about all this when I'm off trecking. Right now IAMACAMERAIAMACARMERAIAMACAMERA-

dear gods, kill me now.

My Summer as a Camera

Despite having written an essay tearing a strip off of him in my first year in Cheltenham, I am feeling rather sympathetic to Isherwood right now. I suspect if I write anything about this completely insane summer, this will be the title. I mean, grief. What am I supposed to answer when I'll (inevitably) be asked 'So, how was your summer?"
"It was okay, I fought off a brainwashing cult, watched my brother storm out and learnt more than I ever wanted to know about neo-nazis. Oh, and ran off to europe for a month. How about yours?"
I can sort out my massively confused opinions about all this when I'm off trecking. Right now IAMACAMERAIAMACARMERAIAMACAMERA-

dear gods, kill me now.