I sit in the mountains by myself and feel simultaneously the most isolating alienation AND warm familiarity. It is here that I suspect most that this is all some sort of strange joke. This whole thing. And I think it is a joke on myself, played by myself.
I know I am deluded. But I just can't give up the delusion, even though I admit I am deluded. I admit I accept this lie as truth. I somehow cannot let go. Oh and PS. I made a camera from a cardboard camera kit, but I didn't follow the instructions and made lots of changes with black tape mostly: