Never alone

Lots of studying today. I started the photography project but I feel SO bad taking photos without the subjects knowing, or with them knowing but not protesting. After the guilt comes a strange and alarming sense of power followed by something even more worrying, voyeurism. I don't think I can pursue this.

Later, I tried another idea: I ask someone if I can take their photo, and then ask them to take mine - a photo conversation. This felt better. I've also started taking some self portraits, so that's another possibility.

In between photo bursts I've been editing a poem which led to the blip. The 'homework' was to write something around the theme of 'My favourite subject at school was...'

And now you know!