Proselytizing:nreorganizingnall the flash photographynto set a stage,display a playnwhere everybody knows the curtain calls are like obituaries,nand scripted dramasnend in tragic parodies.nnstill your paranoid,nsifting through Polaroid's -nyou know it's the pictures that you don't remembernthat make you who you are.nnso i put out candles and we shout clearnand send eighteen shocks (one for every year)nthrough a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it triedn[. . .to save my life]nnoverexposure, or underdevelopment?ntrying not to dwell on the negatives...nthis film is lost in all but the darkest dark rooms it calls home.nnstill your paranoid,nsifting through Polaroid's -nyou know it's the pictures that you don't remembernthat make you who you are.nnso i put out candles and we shout clearnand send eighteen shocks (one for every year)nthrough a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it triedn[. . .to save my life]nnshutter ghosts speak 1,000 words a second.nbut the world is not a still lifen[. . .of a tranquil lake where a boy drowned yesterday.]nnso i put out candles and we shout clearnand send eighteen shocks (one for every year)nthrough a frame that couldn't hold certain portraits if it triedn[. . .to save my life]nnlike the photographs where the boy is me.nand i'm not who he wanted to be.