I was busy the past few days developing and scanning a ton of film, including mystery film I had for years. It's good to get rid of it. Its one more haunting thing out of the way, and I had some pleasant surprises.
I was thinking of heading to Austin this weekend but it didn't work out. I'm going there next weekend to meet a burner and talk about photography work. Art Outside doesn't seem appealing for whatever reason. I'd love to go to a regional elsewhere like back in the east or NW in Washington. Maybe Canada.
Tonight I'm picking up my girlfriend at the same airport. She was in New Orleans and I'm jealous. I'd love to go back.
"I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway."
Jesus fuckhole, what the fuck was that?
"Playa dust might be the cleanest, most corrosive filth you'll ever love," Savannah said.