Ending an eight-month unemployment with a good job hasn’t changed anything fundamentally. I’m still aimless, just without having to think about bills. I want to go west, even though that’s where I came from. I’m on a road, but I don’t know which.
I’m getting up early and working late, because the project I’m working on is almost due. Since I’m hourly, that means more money. I shot this on my lunch break. It’s a disgusting mess, and also beautiful in a way.
I worked thirteen hours. I haven’t worked a day this long since my coffee shop days.