Technoplastique

I need hi-res photos of myself for an author feature. To the best of my knowledge, presentable, hi-res photos of me do not exist in the world. I hate this.

The depressing reality is that everyone will eventually disappoint you, no matter how promising they seemed initially.

The thing that’s even worse is that for every time I’ve been disappointed I have probably disappointed someone else, likely without even realizing it.

And the most miserable point of all is that if I didn’t know I was disappointing someone, then the person who disappointed me may not know, either.  Willful neglect is easier to handle than being forgotten.