I shoot expired/out-of-date film exclusively because I wouldn’t be able to afford film photography otherwise. I like to check the expiration date on the film packaging and try to recall memories from that year. Today I shot and developed a roll of film that expired in 1992. So, 1992. I was entering my second year of college and remember feeling like I was wasting my time for some reasons. Not really one of my favourite years, but eh, still better than my second and third years of high school. And of course, the best thing of all, my mum was still alive.