No need to read. Nothing new to say, really.
This lovely little journal remains untouched and unspoiled by the wisdom or even the eyes of strangers.
Or people I know, for that matter.
It's my little child that floats about publically on the internet but recieved with little attention.
She is a bit like myself in that way. As I float about publically down the street.
Sometimes I feel a little bit like a ghost. I feel as though there are some people who can see me and others who cannot. As though the eye must be trained to see me or it simply ignores the visage.
But I don't mind anonymity. I welcome it and everything it allows. Sometimes it's nice to be on the outside looking in. You learn everything the easy way instead of the hard way, for one thing. Plus you just get used to it. I make joy in most of my situations though, so I guess I can't speak for anyone.
Anyway, I can focus my lens on someone and they never even know it. I can capture their moment of privacy in a public setting and exploit their image while mine is never noticed.
And maybe a lens is not available. But wandering eyes and a thoughtful mind are always handy. Always judging and analyzing those passerbys.
I think when I die I will become a ghost rather than go anywhere else because it's something I think I could be good at.
I don't think I'd do all that well in Heaven or Hell, honestly. I don't like fires much, nor do I think I deserve them. But I'm not all about the pearl white gates either.
I'm going to New York, which is the perfect city to pracitce. The only thing is that I'll be going with someone who sees me very much. I taught him to a year ago and he's followed me since. It's just one of those things.
Or people I know, for that matter.
It's my little child that floats about publically on the internet but recieved with little attention.
She is a bit like myself in that way. As I float about publically down the street.
Sometimes I feel a little bit like a ghost. I feel as though there are some people who can see me and others who cannot. As though the eye must be trained to see me or it simply ignores the visage.
But I don't mind anonymity. I welcome it and everything it allows. Sometimes it's nice to be on the outside looking in. You learn everything the easy way instead of the hard way, for one thing. Plus you just get used to it. I make joy in most of my situations though, so I guess I can't speak for anyone.
Anyway, I can focus my lens on someone and they never even know it. I can capture their moment of privacy in a public setting and exploit their image while mine is never noticed.
And maybe a lens is not available. But wandering eyes and a thoughtful mind are always handy. Always judging and analyzing those passerbys.
I think when I die I will become a ghost rather than go anywhere else because it's something I think I could be good at.
I don't think I'd do all that well in Heaven or Hell, honestly. I don't like fires much, nor do I think I deserve them. But I'm not all about the pearl white gates either.
I'm going to New York, which is the perfect city to pracitce. The only thing is that I'll be going with someone who sees me very much. I taught him to a year ago and he's followed me since. It's just one of those things.