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I see things as I wander, and sometimes I even take photos of curiousities that amuse me. I looked at girl's costumes in a doorway, thought they were interesting, took photos, and didn't for the longest time realise they were for sale and that someone will buy them and wear them and use them for some private phantasy of silliness. I look at America and at times I can't believe what I see, thinking it weird but not worthy of thought. And then it hits me: it's actually real. There is a genuine market for such stuff as this, this leading from behind, this order of ours and our authority in the world seen as what it is.
A gentle reminder that my book, An Occasional Walker, is available at the link here:
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And here are some reviews and comments on said book: