"Where the postcards were distinct and discrete, neatly self-contained, the town in front of him now had that vague fluid familiarity he associated with dreams. He was vividly present but he wasn't connected to anything or anybody there, and never would be. Any second, he thought, he would wake up." -- Stewart O'Nan
I'm heading down the coast, a little road trip to San Diego, where I have a print in the Art of Photography show -- big opening night party Saturday. Details here: http://www.artofphotographyshow.com