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four wheels, seven thousand miles, three hundred & sixty sheets of instant film, fifty rolls of thirty five millimeter film, three cameras, one dog, massachusetts to california & back. wish me luck.

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cold day, mid december. finally have the house to myself. shoulders are heavy with working too often, head aches with too much alcohol. i need rest, i need recovery, i need more cigarettes. the hallways echo my bare footsteps & the walls return my soft embrace. it's too foggy to see beyond the tree line, so i better stay inside. no telling what ( Read more... )

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there sits a man in a lonely union square subway tunnel, crowds shuffling aimlessly past, violin clenched tight between chin & shoulder, its slender neck resting in his dexterous left hand, horsehair bow gliding gently along the strings. he illuminates the dark with every note, striking an ambient chord in every sullen heart. music drifts up & ( Read more... )

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