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How much of a story can be told by looking at a photograph? What is considered fact and proof? Is seeing truly believing?
My first night in that shitty motel room in a tiny Wyoming town I was exhausted and wiped out on malt liquor and I slept in my clothes on top of the bedspread. All night I dreamt of potatoes on a conveyor belt, an endless river of potatoes.