Who do you think you are? Hiding behind that glass eye you see through so well, do you think no one will see you? Do you think no one will take notice of you? How dare you think so lowly of yourself. How dare you hold that camera to freeze others in time, yet somehow – somehow! assuming that you cannot be frozen too. How dare you – do you think for even a moment that the camera’s eye will not find you? Because you may hold the tool, boy, but it doesn’t distance you from that which you capture. I know what it’s like to hide behind the lens, but even I can tell that this isn’t what you’re made for. I see you, dear one. I see you.