Really, the Spring 2019 Polaroid Week was fine, as weeks go, and I had a good time shooting Polaroids as I always do. My rampant negativity stems less from photography, than from a creeping sense of futility and inability to imagine any sort of positive future, from a personal, where am I going, what is happening, standpoint.
When shooting Polaroids of nothing at $2.25/shot is the high point, well, Mr. you need to take a long look in the mirror.
If only I could stand the sight of myself.
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