You pick up your camera and you shoot. You shoot until your feet go numb and your eyes bleed. You shoot until the equipment gives. Then you take what you've done and show it for the world to see. You rip a chunk of yourself out and put it on display for all to scrutinize and criticize and tell you how you should have done it, as if the gut feeling you had from before any of this was an idea, was wrong all along. You make a family through all of this, but the truth is that you may or may not ever see them again when all is said and done. It's a sequence of pits and lands to rival any order of plots in a complicated story... And then what do you do? You do it all again. Because it's ****ing love.
