When you lose footing you can resign. Sit down and stare into space.
Or you can search for something new. I searched.
Didn’t know what I was searching for. Not where or how.
Life becomes a blind date. You don’t know what you’ll run into. Only that you’ll run into
something. That you’ll run into someone.
Blind Date is a collection of such moments.
I had a camera with me all the time. My photographic notes became a document.
About a time in my life where the past had suddenly ceased to exist and the future was hard to see.