April 21st, 2003

dark, moody, cold, moved, off-kilter

346 small pointy dangerous objects, 100 nuclear warheads, 1 rotten egg

The first phase of the Lifekill project (in some ways, a sequel to Roadkill) has been completed. Mud on my pants, wet socks, cold fingers ... and a driver who wouldn't, for the most part, let me out of the car. It made for an exercise in drive-by photography, that's for sure.

Why does urban decay fascinate me so? It's one of those intangible tangibles that I have lived close to and seen from an outsider's perspective - it is not something that I have experienced. Certainly, I've worked in the ghetto, but power locks and fast wheels have shielded me from a harsh environment. Am I never to see it without the window in the way? Should I feel relief, or should I continue poking at the border my upbringing has set up?

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