09 November 2010, Sarzana, Italy
Why is the forbidden a catalyst for morbid curiosity? I practically offered up my life this afternoon in a foolish acquiesce to a gypsy’s plea for money. I had my own agenda, the self-appointed mission to take a photograph. Within seconds, her filth-encrusted fingers were sprung at my bag, thrusting me out of the comfort zone of “observer.” What a little kick I got off the high of a photo and flashing into fear. Oh, the delicacy of forbidden fruit.