❝ I wear you on my sleeve. I spread you out wide open with the wing span of a peacock, yet all too often with the attention span of a bullet to the head. ❞
❝ All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt ❞
❝ It’s so hard to go in the city
‘Cause you wanna say hello to everybody
It’s so hard to go into the city
‘Cause you wanna say hey I love you to everybody ❞