They tell you they know but you know they dont. Conversations today happened because we're all tapped into some hidden wireless network. It's weird how we're all plugged in, without cords, but we can still get tangled. Told a couple lies to a couple close people. It's weird how we'll lie to those closest to us, either to protect them or to protect ourselves.
To-do-lists were always so overrated, until you fufilled them. Once you accomplish something you want everyone to credit you, document it, and show you a sheet with a bunch of burdens crossed out. You feel good about yourself, notify the people.
You can steal souls with a camera. Or you can make-believe you've took a moment that would have gone in the globes trash anyway. Not to say the globe isnt a giant piece of trash in-itself. We're all wasting something. And photographers are certainly not waste-free despite their conserving of potentially lost-moments.
It's amazing what you can do with a few words. Assembling the alphabet to build a concept, like placing bricks ontop eachother to build a wall protecting you from your enemy. Or your mother when she discovers your newest piercing. Words are kinda like that. They can be bullets if you invest enough emotion in them. But to a robot, words are the most useless brick ever. You can thank the television for turning the human race mechanical, all robots now.
Conclusion: Writers are the most vulnerable and weaponless. Photographers are just feeding the cause.
So just keep walking. Don't look back;