One night at a burger drive-in me and my colleague saw a drunk person staggering across a vast and empty bus terminal lot. It reminded me of the opening sequence of Romero’s Night of the Living Dead. I got an idea about secretly documenting people walking home drunk in the night looking like the undead. I enjoy walking home drunk. It’s an adventure, a meditation or a form of self- expression, depending on the mood one is in.

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