Monday, November 08, 2004


Every day, every day, we are on the verge of making those small changes that will change everything. If it all changes, will it eventually all be the same? Eventually.

I've been looking on the map trying to find the road to Nowhere. It's a destination goal of mine I've been looking for for quite some time now. E told me it was East of here a ways. It is, yes it is. Somehow, being nowhere will get me somewhere. That is the elusive nature of that journey, the expectation of nowhere. The want for the lonely wind and sting of it's cold clear honesty. What will I do when I get there? I'll do what I do, point my camera at it and say smile. I'll float around and pick off candid glimpses, adlib portraits of the void I love so much