i feel a loving devotion to the part of the scene which is photographed, but that no one notices. i DEEPLY despise the part of the photograph that people like, if i feel that it is not the actual point of the photo. i have mixed feelings about what is not photographed.
moreover, i deeply resent and casually disrespect (to a likely toxic extent) people who miss the “point” of the photograph, who focus on the surface-level obviousness of what is being communicated. i alienate these people at every possible opportunity and hate being liked by them
the moments in which i have marketed myself to, and attempted to appease, these sorts of tastes, are among my most humiliating. if you ever see me do this i beg of you to ignore it completley or to express your contempt
there’s an immiturity to this stance though - it seems like ppl who find themselves creating anything beloved at scale find some way of making peace with it and accepting that they will be appreciated for characteristics that are less total than the full scope of their intent
people who double down on this stance too hard seem to me to end up purity spiraling on themselves with the help of their cultish fanbases who believe they can do no wrong. too many examples to name and i’m sure you can all think of plenty
in that case, yet again, something besides the actual characteristics that generate the heart of the magic are neglected in favor of an egocentrism which fetishizes obscurity rather than acceptance. the qualities of love will be lost again and another very particular hell is made
the only people i know of who actually appreciate and embody those magical characteristics seem to by and large understand that issuing an indulgent public monologue such as this one inevitably suffocates their potentiality
this is probably why i am a failure in this arena, because i provide too much attention towards something that must, for the sake of shot composition, be in the background. i doubt that it serves me or anyone else to have such contempt for the foreground