My friend Sarah is a dreamer and a creator. Here she is, looking over a wall on the boardwalk in Chicago, right before we went to Burning Man. It was a dreamy, spectacular summer of firsts: first time taking a transcontinental train (New York to San Francisco, in the company of Mennonites!); first time couch-surfing (our lovely host Michael skipped his first week of school to hang with us on the beach); first time attending a festival (if you’re a Burning Man virgin, you’re made to slam a big gong at the entrance and yell and scream and roll around in the dust, an initiation that will jolt you out of catatonia like a slap in the belly with a wet fish).
This moment, of Sarah peering over the wall… for me it has the qualities of a hazy memory: idealized in palette and without the 3rd dimension. No future, no past, just a razor thin slice of what it feels like to look out into the unknown. Every possible outcome under your feet. To quote Stephen Wright (more or less) like having both amnesia and déjà vu at the same time.
I feel like this photograph all the time.