warm nights (uws v. fuji superia 400). you’ve cut the most unbelievable impression into the thing that lives inside my chest.
good luck lieutenant (uws v. something). I told my folks to shut off the television and go have a look at the world, go have a look at how things have changed.
other elevations (uws v. something). it starts with the hills, it starts soft and round and grows and grows until it has long sharp spines that punch into that blue weight that hangs above us.
plastic bag ghosts (uws v. something). people call aspirin medicine but it ain’t medicine.
bigger cities (i forget). we watched it slowly fall from the sky, dripping its way across the the blue and marble white silence. we waited for the explosion, hands over ears, huddled together. we waited for the light, the flash, the great crippling.
harmonica solo (uws v. ilford hp5 b&w). there’s a nice feeling in the air, a summer night feeling where everything is soft and dark and the sounds of crickets whittle away at the distance. i’m looking at the horizon and thinking about time zones, thinking about this giant ball of blue and green.
wineglass of semen (uws v. ilford hp5 b&w). it’s the one thing that makes it feel real. one person and nothing.
it’s hard (uws v. fuji superia 200). 3 weeks feels like infinity.
prisonscapes (uws v. ilford hp5 b&w). i knew a traveling salesman, once. he wore knit ties and had a wife named deborah. that’s all i remember about him. he just kind of faded away, off the beach and into the dark blue.
sorry william (uws v. fuji superia 200). the best i can figure, deserving has everything to do with it.