I will testify!

Though I’m not sure if this means BOGUS LIVES like “¡Viva Bogus!” or like “people in this neighborhood lead a fraudulent life built on artifice, all that is supporting their unstable façades from crumbling are the lies they tell themselves about their self worth, fortifications of which, like sandbags stacked to a levee wall, are internal validations made through the purchase of designer consumer goods they endlessly acquire in an inescapable, unfulfillable, state of bottomless want, where spending more is being more, motivated to meet the standards they believe those around them, whose lives are equally as misguided, uphold.”

Two people on two park benches who will never meet.

I believe fall is happening or starting to happen.

I’m continuing the experiments with the new little camera.