I went with my friend Enola out to Jersey to where one might catch freight trains for the purpose of travel. Instead, we went for the purpose of doing a photo shoot for a piece about crud goth (which is, of course, crusty goth, only crusty like dirt not crusty like “crust punk” the musical genre). As much as I used to love NYC, you don’t get to watch sunsets like this here. Strange that I felt happier to be in what seems basically like a suburb, complete with huge generic stripmalls. [I’m particularly interested in photography crusty goths, by the way, for a whole crud goth photo essay I want to be doing. In case any are reading and would be down to be in it]