i was not in posession of a working camera.
One of my good freinds kindly offered to spot me a camera before i departed
for the States, asking for one small favour in return..
"Make sure you take shitloads of flicks"
After a week or so on American soil,
i got to work.
I made a conscious effort to always carry my freinds camera with me,
snapping anything and everything that took my fancy.
As time passed, I was starting to look at things in a different light.
Everything seemed to have more significance, and all of it was worthy of documenting.
For some reason i had a strong urge to capture this chapter
of my life in as much detail as possible.
Previously insignificant moments of my day to day lifenow had new meaning, and i wanted to capture every piece,
for what reason, i do not know.
I'm just glad that i did.
Although looking back at them in my current
delapedated situation can be painful and somewhat
difficult, it is a reminder of the life i had led.
The choices i made.
It reminds me of the limitless possibilities
at my fingertips once upon my inevitable release..