This is a story about where we are as people now, HY and I.
When she goes to the supermarket and picks up a nice new chocolate to show me how cute it is, I will ask her to take a picture of it, beside whatever item of the day I am photographing.
Now I am wondering what the hell is wrong with me, where am I outside the work I do?
I cannot not admit this to myself: when the soul is poor, every act is about saving. You just don’t know to separate saving what for what.