“We’re all a little weird. And life is weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
there is truth in this. but not as much truth as it implies. what we photograph is what we find beautiful or thrilling or heartbreakingly stunning. do we fear losing beauty? or do we simply want to hold on to it? is there a difference?