











The polaroid lies about the film. It tells the truth about the distance.













The closer you stand, the less person there is, and the more world.












The body up close, before it turns back into a person. Come near enough and skin forgets whose it was. What is left is weather, happening on a surface.












The polaroid lies about the film. It tells the truth about the distance.













The closer you stand, the less person there is, and the more world.











