i took a picture of a blanket-draped cart that looked like a hut. i wasn't thinking too much. a man beyond by the next cart sat up and yelled that's not your cart, don't be taking pictures of somebody else's cart, this is america. i said yeah this is america, we're free. he said take another picture i'll kick your ass—and i took his picture. i didn't want his picture, i just wanted a picture of the other hut with nobody at home, but he tempted me. it's not that i want to press home a message, but i'm in this environment and it's what i do. we can't have a discussion about american freedom, it's absurd, not that my freedom means i get to exploit somebody's immiseration for my selfish aesthetic, but yeah, and more though, i'm not trying to hurt anyone, i'm just taking pictures of the urban landscape in the late anthropocene on a beautiful autumn day. fag, i'll kick your ass he said, half rising and subsiding.