— unpredictable thoughts

memory = truth

It was an incred­i­bly hot day.The sky was flat, almost white.

We had been walik­ing and walk­ing, and walk­ing now we were at the top. It was time to look for a glass of wine and a com­fort­able place in the shade. (This is when I was still shoot­ing film on a reg­u­lar basis.) I can replay this day so that my mem­ory equals truth.