HIGHWAY 104

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MILES SOUTH

“A few winters back my car slid off a secluded mountain road and into a deep well of snow. I was alone. I had no cell service. I stood suddenly at the mouth of a cold desert night and recognized the scent of my own destruction.” A fever-collage of photographs and writing from a solo roadtrip in December 2018.

An anti-travelogue on repeat & echoing still into the present.

︎︎︎ 4.25 x 5.5 in.
︎︎︎ 20 pages
︎︎︎ soft cover
︎︎︎ staple bound
︎︎︎ limited edition of 25