The Boy Behind The Lense (manxman)

I had always seen him on my explore page. My Instagram was shamelessly filled with people who looked like him, an astronomical amout of double taps I had devoted to him and him alone.

He worked the camera. He worked me.

In an effort to break out of my shell I started to go to new places, exploring alone. The fateful day I took an Uber to a small mom and pop cafe near the shopping district. It was a saturday, and fuck me, I saw him.

Nestled in the corner, notebook on the table, a pencil scribbling delibrately in short fluid strokes. He's drawing.

It's the boy.

The boy behind the lense.