Thomas Ott with blur, shot on a Ricoh GRD

Self Introspection

Taking a photo of myself, either by myself or from someone holding my camera, is a way for me to know myself. It’s also a way for me to remember my past, a past that’s quickly slipping away from my memory.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

– William Shakespeare, from Macbeth

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