I’m Working on a New Book

For the past year and a half, I kept returning to the same parking lot pillar. At first, it was nothing special—just a bright orange post. But over time, it changed. Or maybe I just started to see it differently.

Its surface began to collect things: scuffs, scratches, plaster patches, repaint jobs. Each mark felt like a quiet note in a long, accidental story.

This pillar became the starting point for my new book.

It’s a photobook, with just a little writing. A quiet book about paying attention. About how something ordinary becomes meaningful when you keep looking. About how time leaves marks—and how we sometimes try to cover them.

More soon.