discarded roll #2

october 29 2020

after a funeral, too many beers, and not enough music, i danced in the mirror without an intervalometer or tripod and later threw up as one does after dancing with beer in the belly. displayed as a forgotten instagram profile of someone you might follow, or someone you might just creep on and pretend to know, or your own camera roll (assuming film never existed) of selfies you never used. the viewer is left to imagine the time between photos, as the subject clearly cannot remember.

actual real better more official statement to come.