I AM CHASING DOWN PHOTO BOOTHS ACROSS AMERICA BEFORE THERE ARE NONE LEFT. I work WITHIN THE LIMITS OF A PEA-SIZED STUDIO, TIMED FLASHES, AND A three-frame MEDIUM following basic story structure: beginning, middle, and end. BOOTHS KEEP DISAPPEARING ON ME, BREAKING DOWN OR BEING REPLACED BY NEWER, SHINIER, HORRIBLY ANIMATED MACHINES. I am finding OLD ONES that still take TEN MINUTES TO DEVELOP FILM. I AM RIPPING THE TAPE OFF THE COIN DISPENSER, THE BLUE TAPE TRYING TO PREVENT ME FROM USING A MACHINE WHOSE EXPOSURE IS OFF OR INK IS RUNNING DRY. THE WIND IS BLOWING HARD, SO SOMEONE PLEASE HOLD THIS CURTAIN FOR ME AS I UNDRESS FOR A NUDE.