They are lies. Photos that is. It’s a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it’s beautiful because that’s what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone.
Pictures have a way of making the world seem beautiful.
But haven’t you ever stared at a picture and wondered if it really was a true moment that had been captured? Or one that was fabricated by that instrument that we so fondly refer to as a camera?