Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.
The things you absorb you will ultimately secrete. It's all out there and available for you to enjoy...and be nourished by.
...and I'm standing on the corner of Fifth and Vermouth.
You choke my days, I'll choke yours.
I'm trying to learn how to write faster.
There's truths there that spiral out of what appears to be just a word game. That's what I find mystifying about the meanings of things: they kind of unscrew themselves from the practical words.