Morning, dew, time to part ways.
We are crazy.
All the stages of…
…closeness, we’ve passed through.
A fun night, legs are hurting.
I want…
…more of it.
Everyone’s going somewhere, **** it, this one…
…is going to work. He’s already gone.
Everyone wants to die,
or just keep going.
Home…
…to walk back.
Dew, yellow streetlights, zombies on the buses.
Victory — I’m in bed.
I photographed everything.
I know this.
Now it feels like it’s been six years since…
…those photos.
But not in my head.
I’m going to sleep.
Who’s falling in love?
Taxi drivers?
Sunburned…
…from the sun and endless coffee and cigarettes
that fall onto their bellies.