In 1992, when I was a college senior, the internet hadn’t even crested my conceptual horizon. I could have had no idea that, almost three decades later, I would be an accidental blogger (I only joined WordPress to get a website). Back then, as a twenty-one-year-old art student, I had created a final project in photography that would have fit nicely with an essay that I had written for English 103A. How could I ever combine those words and images? Such were the limitations of either medium at the time: short of getting published as a book, the projects were bound to remain separate. More recently, I found the aging pages and pictures and thought, why not post them together? I scanned the sheets to avoid the temptation of revising them (my sentences strayed; I used to ramble on even worse, it appears). If memory serves, someone had complained in the studio critique that the text in the photos seemed too arbitrary. Having her read the paper might have helped. Instead, I responded by pointing out the bullet holes in the windshield above the word “divine”. It seems amazingly morbid to me now — maybe because I’m closer to joining the junkyard, myself.