22nd

Saying something untrue because the truth ought to be better.

There were billboards in this picture. I removed them by cloning strips of the sky, rather haphazardly, as I am sure it is noticeable if you zoom in to the black stump in the mid-ground of the left side.

I removed the billboards because I was angry they existed. I felt angry that the most tangible form of memory of that moment was marked by the endorsement of man's systems of wealth. I do not wish to look at this moment and think of America's Number One Margarita, asterisk. I do not wish, when using this image for mental recollection, to consider that I might Test With Confidence. 

It feels, perhaps, more true to the moment, to my memory, to exclude the billboards. It is more true to reality, to geography, to one's visual experience should they find themselves in that exact location, to include the billboards. So which is more accurate? Do you bow to subjectivity or objectivity when you make a change like the one made? By which I mean, does acknowledging the subjectivity of my experience allude to a deeper objective reality? Or does it fold its hand at the first layer, unwilling to call the bet of something greater, instead deigning to each its own?

Anyways, it was a pretty clean Corvair we saw, didn't get a chance to see the price. Maybe next time.

When do we stop being children?

Everything sad