She swore she would never let it happen again, though the actual decision to stop lay well beyond her. The flesh is mutilated and the air about her is tainted as a recipe for this sadistic loop. Civilization, one after another stakes claim to parts then her as a whole, each time having the audacity to question if ‘they’ were alone in the “universe”.

Winslow, Az. February18’
Canon 1v, Kodak Ektar 100

Claustrophobically inside yourself

Bending to their will isn’t necessarily the disparaging sentiment here. It’s that you’ll never be in a position to have another entity bend to appease you, never have a voice, and never actually touch what is real… But lets face it: the illusion of texture an charade of it appearing that there are other people present will always pull the bottom out to fall back into yourself in a infinite loop.

Ten Ew Mnt. Quartzite, Az. January 18’

Canon 1v, 17-35L, Ektar 100

We've lost cabin pressure

It took the pilot much longer than the rest of the crew to realize that the aircraft had come to a complete stop.

In the hospital bed with nubs for arms out stretched, his brain kept replying the loop of going down completely convinced that he is clutching the yoke, doomed to relive that moment for the rest of the time his blood muscle pumps, as far as we know.

Tucson, Az. December17'.
Canon 1v, ilford fp4.