The fog of war is a collection of images representative of a period of my life lacking mental clarity, beginning with somehow cornering myself into a graveyard position at a downtown apartment building. During this period of haze, I am at work all night. The rising sun becomes my cue to sleep. As the sun cuts through the mist of the morning, my heavy footsteps carry the weight of my body through the empty streets where only the crack-heads drifting by, and the sea gull above bear witness. Opening the iron cage to my building I can curl up and join the rest of the sleepy world till the afternoon. I wake, and force myself out into the burning world.