“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