(that was the worst blog post ever; this is the only portion left that is worth keeping)
i am sitting in front of andre's mother's computer, and there is a half of a Polaroid of a man, stuck in the corner of a picture frame. (although i do not know the story behind it) i wonder at this familiar occurrence; it seems a blatant action of selective memory. why do people cut other people out of photographs? this is yet another reason one might say, "there is no truth in photography" , hmmmm. maybe half-truths?
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