Sep 17 2004
A Fictional Photo Journal
You are unknown to me.
Your camera’s memory card was in a taxi; I have it now.
I am going to post one of your pictures each day.
I will also narrate as if I were you.
Maybe you will come here and reclaim this piece of your life.
Your camera’s memory card was in a taxi; I have it now.
I am going to post one of your pictures each day.
I will also narrate as if I were you.
Maybe you will come here and reclaim this piece of your life.
The fictional descriptions of the photos are often funny:
Have I ever told you about how I love being in parking lots at night? I really do - it’s one of my true passions. Sometimes I lie down in a reserved parking spot and think about what lies ahead in my life. Something about the smell of old asphault really gets my brain going. Yeah.
