…And she saw the photographs getting dull and blurry; it’s as if they needed masking and filtering, every time. And then this happens—what’s displayed is not a pure reflection of what’s going on inside of her. She wonders what went wrong though—is it because of her subject or is it because of her natural way of reacting to her subject’s obscurity? Maybe the perspectives are getting old and boring, who knows? She’s feeling so uninspired; she’s feeling so unable… I think she hates the feeling of being ignored or being pushed away; and that’s her way of striking back. But part of her actually wants to just disappear and go dead; hoping she would be found again and be brought back to (a new) life, and hoping that her shutter would be clicked again… She’s waiting. She’s waiting for a new way of seeing things—of a new and infinite perspective.

I feel for her,
I feel for Candice…
**ǝsɹǝʌǝɹ-uı-ʎǝןıɯs**