obsessing.

 

 

 

 

 

   

When my boyfriend and I first met it was like an explosion of similarities erupted onto once lonely obsessions. We found that we shared not only strange convergent evolutions (such as holding our pens in the same incorrect apparatus), but that we indeed partook in the same adulations. I think since the day we first met we set on a quest, a quest to obtain as many typewriters, as possible, to feed our inclination to over obsession. Here are a few of our children, i'll take some more photographs of others soon, I pinky, prooooooomise.