daily polaroids until you die
Did this man’s magnificent record of his own life bring it greater meaning or does the ability to flip through the life of Jamie Livingston bring us a moment’s appreciation, and/or sorrow, subsequently sorrow, for how we live our own lives?
I think I want to be appreciated the way this man is appreciated. Yet I’m certain I’d rather appreciate now rather than be seen as a life cut short.
It’s all very short.