In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge.

Time and date of photographs: April 1, 2008, 7:00 – 8:00 pm (ish).

The sunset sky — even this tone of blue — is perhaps not as promising as we’d like to believe. (We think of someone we recently overheard describing her life as a “clean slate” and how nothing feels further from the truth for us.)

Still, we sometimes like to think that “everything” could change in a second.

One constant has always been the desire to escape.

In this light, it almost seems possible.

“I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, and have been ever since as stoned youths me and my friends cavorted in the park on the New Jersey side that is directly below the place where the roadway meets the land. We were convinced that the Bridge is the largest thing in the world. For a true enthusiast such as yourself, I strongly recommend a stroll across the span, and then a picnic lunch along the walking paths underneath. Disclaimer: individual results may vary; inebriants are recommended to enhance the forcefulness of the desired optical effects.”

– The Blind Architect, 2008.