I started thinking about this when I was in China, and all kinds of random Chinese people were taking pictures of me. I knew they were taking the pictures, but I will never see those pictures. How many other pictures, accidental or on purpose, exist out there of me… of you… of us all?
We take so many pictures now, and so many picture are taken. You are probably in thousands of photos that you know of, but maybe hundreds of thousands of photos you don’t know about, just in the background with your back turned.
I want someone to find out! I want a sociology or anthropology or some other ology grad student or maybe a professor to figure this out. I want to know. I don’t know what good this information will be, but I want to know.
Don’t you want to know?
Okay… I hate to be the killjoy here, but obviously, this is not a complete puzzle. Both of these pieces still have holes that need to be filled, and knobs that need to fill holes. I don’t know if that’s the right terminology, but… Furthermore, it is a shitty puzzle. There is no real image. How do we even know that these two pieces go together? Someone could have just forced two pieces together.
I mean, in general, this is a pretty harsh, gritty, and realistic portrayal of the pains of love and human relationships. They seem cute and happy on the outside, but they are shit on the inside, when you look past the surface.