Hunt, gather, shoot, purge, repeat
Our destiny, encoded in our ancestral genes is indelible, as if written in stone.
The proliferation of malls is no more than a call; civilization’s unapologetic answer to a primitive urge.
I hunt, I gather and armed (with a camera) I shoot, recognizing my feeble gesture as a holding on to what I must let go.
The photo, slim token, tiny ephemera, is the thing I use to preserve what I must purge.