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.