while you were out...

(a duffel bag, one pair of blazers, a couple dozen rolls of film, and a minute understanding of the Spanish language)

'only when we step outside ourselves, are we able to cope with the conscious being propelled by a few shaky muscles..'


these images you see above the jumble of letters means a lot. there is a story in this series, though i have chosen to keep the narrative out, for once. there are a few mistakes, some changes, some new pals, solojourns, and family. the trips that are above are over, but thank the lawd for the negatives scattered around my bedroom floor: some over/under exposed, filled with light leaks. this narrative is still going, and so am i.