Just traveling. An idea where to go, and when and how, but if it all changes it matters not. A Fiat Uno, white, no air, no stereo, just glass and thin metal, buzzing toward ancient cities, the desert, while the Atlas loom in the distance. I will propose on this trip. These images, and the Polaroids you can’t see, the only record outside of our memories. Seems as if it was a thousand years ago. Dust. Tire tracks across the nothing and a lack of urgency to do just about anything.
Print: Maroc
