What am I trying to do here?

As simple of a question as it is to ask, answering it implies knowing what am I trying to do here – which, as I’m making it obvious by just being here, I don’t. The word on the street is that blogging has died many years ago, alone and forgotten, and nobody really cared. Against all odds, posting pictures of staged happiness turned out a much better therapy than writing about your struggles. And so the modern world was finally born.

Then came the death of photography as a later part of the same trend, and then the death of literacy – and finally, I started a blog about photography.

Ain’t history a trip.