3.5.14

I suspect that most of my worry over not having a job bubbles up from the identity confusion it brings out in me. Easier to say what you are if you can say what you do.

I've been imagining the desert. It is nighttime, I can see parts of the galaxy all around, and I say to myself, "I can do whatever the fuck I want." But this is not where I am or how I feel, it's just an image and words in my brain. 




Erik and I are taking a trip. I bought 40 rolls of film but I suspect it's not enough, and I already shot three frames on one of them this afternoon.

The temptation is to ration myself, but that will just make it harder when the time comes.

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