I used to get lost all the time.
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I memorized phone numbers, jotted things down in notebooks
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I had no idea how many steps I'd walked or stairs I’d climbed.
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I operated on hunches, browsed bookstores, and fearlessly entered restaurants on a whim, with no knowledge of the party of eight who’d travelled all the way from Connecticut to dine there and who, despite their reservations for 8:45pm, were not seated until 9:30pm and then had to endure a server who was extremely rude, unprofessional, and “tattooed up on his neck.”
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I had to buy film, load it in a camera, carry it around, find something worth shooting, get the film developed, and then pick up the prints. I only had 36 shots so each one mattered; I was constantly forced to ask myself, “Do I actually want a photo of this?” Also, my genitals went unphotographed.