Elegy and Effigy

If it were up to me, photography would not exist. If it were up to me, I would never be photographed, and all images of myself and of everyone else would be spontaneously destroyed. (Yes, yes, of course I also love photography and film; but that is because I am willing to acknowledge and accept a fundamental amorality—even, perhaps a fundamental evil—in art, as it feasts upon and transmutes life into itself. But I am not obliged to submit myself or those I love to that same discipline.)