Oh man, this time next week? I’ll be somewhere else. Somewhere new and far away and full of faces to photograph.
I will most likely be drunk. Currently in consideration is me teaching photo workshops in a Dean Martin-esque balance of wasted/genius.
Trying to look past my trip is weird and warped, can’t see things after the trip too clearly, so BIG is the trip itself.
The biggest thing I’ve ever done.
Which, not really that big, but I don’t do big things. I’m satisfyingly small in my scope.
Things are so weird, I wanna kiss myself.