I remember when I used to take pictures of other people. What a novel occurrence that has become. In today’s world I just take photos of myself. Sometimes there are other things in the photos with me, and sometimes there are other people, but it’s usually just me. Yes, I like the world to be all about me.
Here’s me in the line for the outhouse at Bonnaroo. Here’s me in front of the bar in El Sobrante. Here’s me in the mirror taking a picture of myself in the mirror. How do I look? Here’s me checking my Facebook. Here’s me eating a carrot in the car. Here’s my feet walking down the street.
What has become of me?
One of these days I’m gonna just get over myself.