It’s all that I have. And I put it out there and ask the world to love me. Maybe he’ll find this digitized shadow and reach out. Yeah, right. I think it’s a bit more than that. Not just for him, but as a statement. I lived, I struggled, I’m here now but will be gone someday. Send this portrait out in bytes into the tangled electric mess that we’ve created. Something to remember me by, or to see this person through a lens. What does this picture mean to you? Does it intrigue? Is it sad? Is there hope? Is it a plastic xerox? Nothing remarkable, probably. Another face in a million. There’s more behind this face than you can guess. How can you know what’s going in this jumbled head, the aspirations, fears, trepidations, elation.
This is a stab in the dark, throwing it out there. Maybe no one will see. It will be lost in the back shadows of the network and forgotten. But it’s me.
Thank you for listening.
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