I Didn't Realise

I Didn't Realize

Street Story: For most people, the idea of talking with a stranger is not exactly first on their to-do list, however I am addicted to stories, and talking to strangers is what I do. I do not search for a specific person, I just walk the streets until someone catches my eye and I become intrigued by their potential story. When I came across this soul he looked emotionally weathered, and his face, along with his shirt was stained here and there with dried blood. He made a joke about trying to look presentable for a job, and cut himself with a razer in the process “I can’t apply now”. I explained that a quick shirt change and a better looking patch job on the face would land him that job in no time. I knew he needed money, so I asked him if I could take his photo, and I would pay him for his modelling work, he laughed at that “me, a model, that’s a new one haha”. I took a few photos, he tried to smile, and I said “how do you actually feel?” After a moment he stared at the camera and this was his lost expression.
He asked if he could see the photo, so of course I showed him.
He paused a moment, and then he just said “I didn’t realise it got this bad”.
“The cut you mean?”
No he replied darkly, “Me”.

Where On Earth: Calgary, Alberta, Canada

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I have been stopping time for over eight years now, while placing my thoughts upon the blank page for even longer. For me, art is about the story, the message, and although the tales I tell are sometimes in complete juxtaposition with one another, they are all a part of the novel that is "I".