snapshot •josh dun

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The smell of rain, the steam of black coffee. The honking and beeping of the city at nighttime. The hustling of people, immune to the world outside their earbuds.

London was quite a peculiar place.

Joshua braced himself to exit the coffee shop and into the light drizzle. He was not worried of getting himself wet, Just his camera. His Canon Rebel had been with him since high school graduation. He was now one year out of college, walking out with a degree in photographic arts.

Some luck that gave him. He could barely get anyone to book him back in Seattle, where he had taken classes. It was no use going back to his hometown of Columbus, Ohio. Nothing there but the routine.

Josh seeked the thrill.

That was probably part of the reason he came to London. How else was his career supposed to start?

Snapping out of his daydream, Joshua shields his Canon with his caramel colored trenchcoat, his beat up Converse getting wetter by the second, moisture slowly seeping into his shoe and going through his mismatched socks. His dark green turtleneck and blonde hair were slowly getting wetter, as was he.

He ran a hand through his corn-silk hair and snapped a picture of a bright neon yellow sign reading 'Create'.

He brushed his face, a soft hand running over the few tan freckles that dotted his cheeks. A motorbike whizzed pass him, and suddenly he knew he had fallen to infatuation with the city.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as Joshua grinned.

He continued to walk through the busy city, getting slightly damper as the night passed.

He sips from the cup of black coffee as he ponders what to shoot next.

Perfect.

A couple passes, two girls, one with huge gauges and a wild blue mohawk and one with long curled black hair, and a gold dress.

Josh zooms in onto their interlocked fingers, snapping the perfect shot, just as a pastel pink light illuminates them.

Josh hums a soft tune to himself as he walks on.
His wire frame glasses make small indents in the bridge of his nose. He was just glad to have enough money to freely spend. He was glad he could see somewhere new.

Josh finally returns to his flat he will be renting for the next six months. He swings his coat off his shoulders as he unlocks the door.

Rolling up the sleeves of his turtleneck, Josh reveals to nobody but himself, his small tattoo of an aliens head.

Joshua then completely abandons his shirt all together, taking it off quickly over his head and flopping into bed. Josh mindlessly scrolls through Instagram and Snapchat for a few hours until finally falling fast asleep, camera in one arm, and glasses hanging off his sleeping face.

Serenity.