There are days when the world seems to have misplaced its sense of direction, its spectacles, and possibly the instruction manual on how to find your way back to sanity. The outlook is gloomy, the weather is behaving like a disgruntled landlord, the to-do list is breeding overnight, and one begins to suspect that the
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There is a precise, quiet sort of madness in preferring the company of paper and ink to that of actual human beings. While normal people were out making small talk, exchanging pleasantries, and forming those mysterious bonds known as “friendships,” I was usually tucked away in some mossy corner, clutching a camera and a thoroughly
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