there will come a time when you will die. and so will I.
and you and me and all of we will leave an amazingly big amount of photos of our faces in this world. and we never know what the strangers in the other corner of the world will do with them. because no. i don’t want my photo used on some frame factory in china. i don’t want my face being exported to every corner of the world. i don’t want a kind putting a mustache on my face and drawing tears on my cheeks.
the photos of me the photos of you the photos of we, are to be taken as amazing treasures, loved and respected, as i want to be.
mr.
