This series functions as an accumulation of low-fi souvenirs collected throughout the city of Los Angeles while touring the interior and exterior shift in reality materialized by the pandemic. Walking miles and miles while pocket photographing for hours and hours served as a transformative meditation of sorts. A much needed structure and conscientious therapy. A fugue flaneur quietly moving through the streets with an obscure obsession, if you will. I became addicted to the hunt and grew a very specific fascination in curating pairs. Things you carry and collect, sentences you write and read, depending upon the chosen arrangement. Sort of like a mixed tape from someone you know but have never met. A somewhat sentimentally subjective sensory experience with a sing song scratch.