Note that about the below post, I also don’t like street photography when it’s aimed at me. I’d rather it not happen.

But I can ignore my own personal feelings about it to realize that historically speaking, street photography is one of the rare art forms that over time represents the world that is not often seen in art, and those considered plebeian, and that is has both artistic and historical value.

But in some ways I am of my times. I don’t like it when someone points a camera at me in public, even from afar, even incidentally.

Ah, we contradictory ever-multichotomous humans full of conflicts with no logic and no resolution in a world that is both a prism and a laser, with neither correct and none of us possessing true guidebook at all.