While at a Waffle House with my father, I found a name carved into our table. I'm a sucker for these things. What drives a person to devote the effort to carve their name into a surface? Why that particular surface? What was happening in their lives that they thought that was what they needed to do? Why do they need to preserve themselves?
This person, James, did a lovely job.
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| Shot One |
It was actually more interesting than my waffle.
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| Shot Two |
From the side. I was getting artistic.
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| Take Three |
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