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A photograph I took of myself reflected in a broken mirror in my dorm room in Baltimore ten years ago today
I was sixteen and it was 2001; I feel I can be forgiven the “stencil” effect.
This photograph had something to do with making a drawing ten years ago. The instructor lost the drawing, and I don’t remember what it looked like.
For Halloween I’m going to wear all green and cover my entire head in flour or cornstarch or talcum powder or something. I’m going as a dandelion. I should probably crochet myself a new garland to complete the effect. And come to think of it, a green bat-wing-like scalloped cape would be pretty sweet for leaves. Also, I’m not going to do any of that, and I’m not actually “going” anywhere as anything, and I don’t even really like Halloween that much in practice, so if someone else wants to do the dandelion thing that’s cool. I won’t be mad or anything.
I keep meaning to replace my magnifying spectacles that broke years ago.
But seriously I’m pretty sure the reason people hire photographers is so you can blame somebody else for how stupid you look. I’m also pretty sure that that’s as “awake” as I’m capable of looking.
Somewhere recently (I think when I was manning a cash box at my partner’s mother’s moving sale?) somebody I didn’t know identified me as “the tall redhead” and I was all huffy about it because my hair isn’t red and then I look at pictures like this and even I don’t know anymore. How did it happen and how do I make it stop?
Nothing against redheads it’s just like, what if I starting gradually becoming Samoan or Danish or something? It wouldn’t make any sense, now would it?