For the past nine years, I have developed relationships with men and women living on the streets of Atlanta, specifically in the rapidly gentrifying Poncey Highland neighborhood. During that time, Debbie and Murray have gotten into housing. Dwayne has gotten into housing but more often that not spends his nights on the street because of his drug use. Doug, who helped me navigate sleeping at a Rite-Aid parking lot for six nights, lays his head down to rest on the porch of a trap house. Barbara is dead, tripped and fell in a grocery store, hit her head. Dave, her caretaker, got into housing and died a year later. Steve Madison is dead. Big John is dead. Melvin is dead. In my efforts to photographically document the experience of my unhoused friends, I realized the limitations of photographs, and the limitations of my sole ownership of their curation. So I expanded the collaborative nature of taking photographs into a co-curation of images that I have made, alongside a Creative Writing class that I taught to provide another outlet for expression. The result is Distortions, Illusions, Stories, Lies, Also Dreams, a collaborative project to give my unhoused and formerly unhoused friends more ownership of how they are seen. Doug, who has served as my primary co-curator, has questioned, prodded, and encouraged this body of work into being.