Alright, so tell me why you started photography.

Well I woke up one morning and was feeling kinda boring, so I did something to change it. Went off to someplace I hadn’t seen before, took a picture. I brought my photo collection over to have others check it out but no one seemed interested. They said it looked a little dirty and I should do something to change it. I told them that couldn’t be true because I wash them twice a day in the sink with my jeans.

So I brought the photos down and find a way to stop the fussing but cut out the people because they were being kinda lame. So I did some nature instead.

Eventually you returned to the human approach.

I circled back to people since they were the funniest thing I knew. Some blind lovers, weirdos in the desert, an idiot with a television for a head. Why not?

I went on a rampage for the people to experience what I had to show. I took stuff faster, clearer and some things lost in some space over here, out there. I gave them to the ones residing in cardboard, I asked the disc jockeys to say something about it, even to the girls with scrunchies in their hair, but they looked at me like I was the typical out-of-date, old picture taker.

Next thing I know, all my pictures are filling up the local trash bins, stomped out in the rain, like it was those guys again. I decided to not be happy about that.

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