September 27th, 2007

Mask

No Lines Left

The Killed, The Killers.

It is humbling to know:

No matter what photo I take, no matter how grusome the picture, how mad the concept, it is nothing, nothing, compared to what people I know have suffered. I can never cross the line, because it's already been crossed. How livid the crossing of these lines when they are actual people, real souls, as opposed to my gray make-believe.
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