The photographer in my head says: Give me peace. Flash. Give me release. Flash.
The cancer I don't have is everywhere now.
Besides, hysteria is only possible with an audience.
A moment is all you can expect from perfection.
All you can do is hope for a pattern to emerge, and sometimes it never does. Still, with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. I'd always hoped for something better than that.
I am Joe's Enraged, Inflamed, sense of rejection.