Perhaps.

Just drink him in folks.


I think about having to go to that office every day and I feel so immensely sad, for everyone involved. For how absolutely, pathetically out of control fuller is. She is the living dead. For how broken Anne and I became. And for how that experience might damage us in the future.

Everything has turned out for the best and I've learned a very valuable lesson about the value of stability; what is and isn't worth losing your sanity over. Money is the reason that I stayed there so long. It's crazy to me how we have structured our way of thinking to place the most importance on the least tangible, least meaningful of all things.

Sometimes when I'm editing peoples' portraits and I have to do close eye work, I can see myself holding the camera in the reflection in the pupil of their eye. Right in between the catchlights. That's a pretty cool thing to think about. They're sending out their headshots to who knows where, and I'm tagging along for the ride!

Choosing money over happiness is like taking out a mortgage on your future self. The belief that you will find the spot where you're happy at some point off in the distance. Don't forget, emily. I think that you have to be very selfish in order to really be happy. You can be selfish without being malignant. Think of Rugby.