last night, a boy i've never met told me how he'd blindly picked a spot on a map &driven two hours just to see what was there (the most interesting thing being a pink bicycle in a front yard.) i shared with him my current project, one that's been leading me through endless melbourne suburbs, leaning out my car window photographing the fronts of houses - old ones i had lived in, houses of past lovers &friends &others where i simply admired the perfectly straight hedges. curious, both with him &the idea of the unknown, i asked for his suburb &picked an intersection for him to venture to &photograph. in return he did the same.

today, with three cameras &my melways in the passenger seat, i drove to his chosen destination. funny too as he chose a winding street i drive down multiple times per week, yet had never taken notice of the street name, only how fast i could drive its slippery road. i photographed an assortment of things, but what came to mind while standing on the round-a-bout of this busy intersection was the conversation we had had the night before.

him: i hope you find something interesting at that spot
me: i'd be happy with an empty parking lot. im just really curious
him: you wanna know whats ironic about this?
me: what?
him: the most interesting thing there will be you


i leave in nineteen days.