I meet a girl who lives in Hawaii. I tell her all about Michael Constantinides and the whole history of all the places he's lived and visited. Then we're non the inner city of Detroit. All the houses have been knocked down and only the shell of the buildings remain. Inside, there are piles of rocks, all lined up in a row. We look through the rocks and I decide I need to document them with either my camera or my iPhone.
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