Living with Junko Imanishi in Perth 1994
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Junko in Freemantle. It's ironic, as photography is such a big part of my life, then, before and now. This day in Freemantle, when I forgot it wasn't forever, was the happiest in my life. Everything was right and felt, just normal for once. After this film, I put a roll of film in and ended up losing it. I remember, after the jail we went to a cafe called Sweethearts and she bought food for us. She noticed the bill wasn't right but they'd charged more for us eating inside. Oh, what a day. If I could live it again every day instead of all the other days, I would do.

But it's impermanence isn't it?