Environmental studies
Human suffering documentation (diners, bars, public spaces)
Timeline: 6 months to first gallery submission
Target galleries: NYC, Miami, Berlin, Tokyo
"You've been thinking about this for a while," I say.
"Since we got here and I realized I couldn't just stop. This is who I am, Dom. This is what I do, and if I can't do it, I'll go insane."
I understand completely. Because I feel the same way. I miss the adrenaline, the control and uncertainty. I miss the blood.
"We start tomorrow," I say. "I'll get a police scanner and we'll monitor for crime scenes, accidents, anything that gives you material. But we're to remain ghosts. We document and leave, making sure we are not seen."
"Sounds good."
"And the work stays hidden until you're ready. No showing anyone, no posting online, nothing that could connect back to us before we're ready to go public."
"I understand."
I set the notebook down and pull her against me again, my hands sliding under her shirt to feel her skin. She's warm, alive, vibrating with the same energy I feel building in my chest.
"This is going to work. I’m actually excited," I say.
"Me too."
"We're going to build something real from our desires."
"Yeah, we are."
I lift her onto the counter, pushing between her legs. The photographs hang around us like dark flags, displaying the truth of who we are and what we've done.
"I love you," I say, my hand wrapping around her throat, gently squeezing, reaffirming who she belongs to.
"I love you too."
"And I'll kill anyone who tries to take this away from us. Anyone who threatens what we're building."
"I’ll watch as you do it."
I kiss her hard, possessive, tasting the future we're creating. Then I pull back just enough to look at her.
"Tomorrow, we start," I say.
"Fuck yes."
"You ready?"
She smiles, and it's the first real smile I've seen from her since we arrived in San Diego.
"I'm more than ready, baby."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ROXY
I can't sleep.
