My dear friend gave me a hat. Then I accidentally took a photo of myself, of the person I am. Sure I'm always snapping photos of myself, but they never quite capture who I am or how I feel. I'm not sure if other people see me this way, to me it's irrelevant, like most things.
That's me there, right above this small mass of text. Boyish, he says. I say, it's fine, it's me. Looking good, says she. I say, it's irrelevant.
Some things are done best madly. Like loving. (and maybe living too)