I almost lost my mind this month, but kept my feet moving. I spent a week in bed and then an hour in transit out to Astoria, to wander lost through a carnival under the Robert F. Kennedy bridge. I bought a bag full of dried butterflies, a battery pack for my lights, and a plane ticket to Los Angeles.I feel like I’ve been seeing things in slow motion, unable to guess when the crash will register, always feeling like I’ve forgotten something. I shot/produced 3 shoots in one week and then ran away to Canada to drink wine on a trampoline surrounded by my favorite willow.