Sep 6, 2018 · 14 min read

All photos are my own. All were shot very recently.
In some ways, my life is a sequence of discarded addictions — money discarded for travel, automobiles for architecture, one woman for another. There is a crystalline mania that follows the first hit, but it inevitably gives way to the dull maintenance phase, and then the undignified thud of rock bottom.
Thankfully, my brain doesn’t let me sulk for too long. The same suspended logic that first enabled my…

