I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.
Sometimes you dont even want to think aout what people are doing with their groceries.
Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn’t know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus.
Honesty in principle was one thing. In someone’s face, it was another.
It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.
An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.