I’m living outside of my time.
I’m not sure if I am a futurist or someone who should have lived in simpler times.
I’m not photogenic in the least.
Although I’m confident in myself, a visual journal of my life isn’t something I can do.
Is it wrong to feel bitter about individuals who use beauty for profit?
I suppose my own criticism is towards those who mistake beauty for success rather than the individual using beauty as their means of living.
The mind is slowly drifting away from society…
…I’m certainly looking for mine as we speak. Where did it go?