why do i want to take pictures like this?
what am i hoping to get out of it?
both these men had that my-wife-is-dying-of-cancer look,
or maybe they were just tired from a long day's work.
anyway, they had their seats, a temporary luxury,
as i tallied my good fortunes on the way to a
ever notice the desperation with which some lovers
cling to each other? you can see the tension in his hands,
the possessive grab--it's nothing to envy
and makes me a little bit sad. but, actually,
why should i care? i guess i don't, really,
cuz it makes me feel less lonely.