In an abandoned oil refinery, I drift alone under the 108 degree heat. The camel in me manifests, sucking water from one of my humps, my ghost appendage. I feel no thirst or hunger as my soul guides the process. I reside under the eclipse. I am so well accustomed to the loss of self, that photography becomes a complete and utter meditative process. My heart no longer beats and I no longer breathe. I am lost to myself, totally immersed and this is the space that I inhabit. Endorphins flow. The addiction to photography rolls so deep, so strong, it's out beyond a state of mind.