Smoke

Staring out the window of the rental car, one hand on the wheel, one hand composing with the camera. This isn’t smart.  Walking down the street, wondering why I need this, wherever I am, reaching into my pocket, this is important, give me the thrill, give me the moment.  I’m burning across the Nevada desert again but not again. Everywhere I go is a first, and then a second later the moment bursts into flames, leaving only smoke.

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