i think i might have a problem, dealing with, or at least accepting, the reality of most situations. i let light be overexposed because it hides where i am. me, the photographer. me, the person who is using some mechanical tool in order to recontextualize locations into a non-cohesive narrative. this isn't really even something worthwhile, it's disjointed and has not nor probably will arrive at a larger point. the light is how i hide myself, cut myself off. to be blunt, for once, it's escapism.