I have to take a friend to the doctor today. Doesn't sound like much, but the doctor is two and a half hours away. I'll be in the car all day. Not a thing I like to do. We will try to turn it into an "adventure," she says, by taking the slow route up the coast. I just need to take a Xanax, I think, and go with it. I may not need the Xanax, so I'll hold off until I begin to lose my mind. But I am going to take some film cameras in case there are truly things to see. I will, but it is often not possible to photograph when someone is with me. I can take pictures, of course, but I can't engage in taking photographs without ridding myself of the second consciousness. Photography is an embarrassing event. You must become something other than what you normally are. You must be a coyote, a chameleon, a shape changer. Today I'll just be a guy in a car taking the long, slow route. I will lose a day.
Just checking--has the time shift fucked with you? I don't even use an alarm clock and it has fucked with me. Stupid, stupid.
O.K. She's texting. She's ready. I'm on a busman's holiday.
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