It’s the trivialization of war on terror security theatre by layering social media materialism over the brutal boxes of state bulling that raises this form to High Art and thus makes it capable of really upsetting the viewer who may just be expecting another picture of a nice lunch.

Third offer of fail to the elder gods and the week isn’t up yet. Totally blank roll of Kodak Gold. The film was of unknown age and apparently is beyond expired.

Hole rusted thru my nice enamel tray peed stop all over my counter.

Exhausted fix ruined a day’s worth of darkroom prints. The dark edge isn’t supposed to be there. That stuff usually lasts ages. I musta lost track of how old it was. I’ll try to rescue these with sepia tone.