He saw beauty through lens and lies.
His eyes were cameras and he captured what he saw. Some of it was beautifully human and some of it was cheap, tawdry trash. But either way it was life, real or not.
He felt like a god, holding the smooth, metal machine that flashed and clicked as it depicted life. He had the ability to carve and create things and make people see them as he did. And that made him powerful.
And his soul was made up of photographs, some beautifully human and some cheap, tawdry trash. But either way it was life, real or not.
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On the Edge of Life
RomanceAn actress, an artist, a photographer and a neerdowell discover they are four pieces of a perfect puzzle.
