There's a story I heard that when Nam June Paik first arrived in New York, Yves Klein told him: "write it all down while the language is new." In 2002, came up from Virginia and quickly realized I'd have to make a choice between a polaroid habit or an apartment. Cold turkey, I chose the city, but plunked down what I had for a little snapshot camera and set a goal of ten thousand images in that first year. Not one of these fragments was as beautiful as those chemical squares, but it was landmark and timestamps and a quilt of fragments: blackouts and filmshoots and first glimpses of folks who became friends for a while.