So long, for now, dear country. I'm sorry but I have to go. Look, I'll be honest. Being here is not my thing. I don't know, anymore, if I empathize with people or if I just pity them. I know I don't want to be here, and that I've been using you for a while, now. In fact, I really wonder if the only thing that attracts me to you is my inability to photograph other places, and so, using the misery in which you find yourself, I satisfy my mediocre photographic paradigm and bring myself here from time to time to feel the pain of being away, to feel the drama of many nonexistent pains, and, as one expat once told me, to feel the passion of the locals. Boy, it's difficult to feel the passion in a country you don't identify yourself with... and thinking about this in depth, I realize good photos present passion.
No?
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