I had coffee with Jim Watson on Monday. A few weeks ago, I asked if I could buy him one over Twitter. He said yes, and I spent Sunday night reading up on his platform.
Thanks to the cool kids at Apartment 613, I’m not so removed from municipal issues as I might have been. But this wasn’t an interview, it was just coffee, with a guy who might shortly make decisions that affect me. I, for one, feel better.
Some housekeeping.
I started a 100-stranger project. It’s mostly about photos, but it’s also because catharsis is something akin to making people see themselves a little bit differently. That seems like good karma. Sure, there’ll be clothes. But.
Stay with me here.
I follow perfect strangers home in my imagination; I construct their lives in real-time, their homes, their families. I wonder what they are thinking, where they are going, whether they realize I am narrating their story, whether they think they’re even worth a story.
Now, dice that down to the sound of the shutter firing, the pop of flash.
Gotcha, firefly.
Below, the first few bits of something I expect might be cool.
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Yes.