Letter 3
If it were up to me, photography would not exist. I hate having my photo taken (“taken”—apt phrase), and even more hate having my image circulate. If it were up to me, I would never be photographed, and all images of myself and of everyone else would be spontaneously destroyed. Perhaps we might then return to trusting our memories, and be forced to unde…
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