I am at home with nothing. I want nothing, regular doses of it. Every single time that millions of bright white diamonds is on the surface of the sea, I’m smiling inside. On the Dine’ or Hopi reservation, looking out into nothing, it’s the same. My mind is clear, I’m smiling. I bring the camera with me to capture nothing. I try to touch it, walk in it, live in it. Nothing makes me happy. I’m happy with nothing.
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