May 01, 2006

The photoroam was unfolding splendidly by the time I showed up late in the afternoon. The cluster of slow-moving people clutched their reality distortion devices and stopped now and again to pose awkwardly on the tracks — it was all so meta. I grabbed my own camera and ran towards them, stumbling now and again on the railway sleepers.

And because there were so many of us, I made everyone jump a fence and rush the abandoned trailer in a muddy field where Jamaican hobos live. The trailer was a thing of wonder! We got down on our knees to rummage through piles of rotting clothes and other sexy refuse. Coins! Estrogen! Cow DNA! A million miniscule raptures cursed through our veins.

At some point I lifted a bottle filled with strange liquids into the air to better photograph it.

“It could be shit in that bottle!” Jason assured me.

“That makes it even cooler!”

“That’s gross!”

“Oh, Jason Shim! Do you know how much effort it would take to shit into a bottle?” I asked. “I can’t even begin to imagine how one would go about it.”

“With a funnel. And a spoon.”

When we went home hours later, our hands smelled like poo, decaying earth, and homeless men.

Extra! Extra!

• Let’s roam the Rails! (Martin’s entry)
• Mike’s Photos (He’s new)
• Martin’s Photos
• Jason’s Photos
• Opal’s Photos
• Carrie’s Photos
• Dan’s Photos (He doesn’t tag)
• My Photos
• Photoroam Group