the night after photographing the thelma and louise billboard in seedy riverside fulham, i dreamed i threw myself over the white cliffs of dover, falling endlessly with eyes tight shut so as not to see the imminent point of destruction
with neither impact nor pain, the scene dissolved to the ante-room of heaven, more like the arrivals hall at PHX, where i found myself waiting in line for saint peter's approval, wearing a big grin and standing next to susan sarandon
