What defines our individuality? Should people try to define their difference, an effort that can last a life and more, or copy and paste to survive… So many behaviours promise freedom and a firmly unique personality but do we really enter this social game of life as new players?
Everyone wants a little something.. everyone wants to be liked and loved. It’s so ironical that if you try to be loved in the face of your difference, most possible you’ll end up with a scared face…
I can imagine myself reading by accident all the books found in the living room of my new home and die.
All images © 2007 Christos Stavrou