I've been incubating all of this for quite some time. I don't exactly know why. Something about wanting keep these times always, or maybe it was something else. It's time to unload that summer off my chest, start fresh, revel in the memories of grime and sticky sweat, morning driving coffee and nightly bleeding eardrums, all night drives, floors of friends, uncertainty and invincibility. This will probably carry on for quite some time. . .I have 10 more rolls of film to process. I will progressively add on to the page that I've begun. It will be interesting to see what's changed. . .because everything's changed, really. This is truly a documentation of a period of time in which things were much different than they are now, but it doesn't seem so long ago, our memories of last summer fading as nostalgia fills in the blanks, you know, et cetera.
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