the photographic urge

the battery charger for my camera...is in the Canaries.
I am not...
my camera has died, due to a new charger costing pretty much £60...which is a bitch.
I have to wait...and wait...

I feel like I've been castrated. going out without my camera is painful..and my mobile just isn't the same anymore...not since I washed it in my tea especially.

how can I go the whole of September without taking anymore photos...it's like this time doesn't really exist!

just like, a man with no penis.

I feel sick.