January 2010
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Hmph.
I delete photographs and it hurts.
I have to go through 7000 of them. I find gems, but more often, far more often, I see hideous mistakes. Underexposure. Overexposure. Camera-shake. And probably my most common and least favorite, boring subject matter.
I can only delete photographs when I’m feeling most dire and masochistic, much like that feeling you get when you concede to begin your...
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I don't like you
because you don’t exist.
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“…Yes.”
- Gandhi
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I'm becoming nocturnal.
My arms and legs are atrophying. I’m becoming paler. I rely on the heat of an unreliable and small space heater in the place of the much larger and more reliable Sun. It sets before I get a chance to get up from bed to see it.
I don’t like it.
I’d take a picture to accompany this, but there’s not enough natural light. Merde.