I Am The Child Of A Lunatic.

You Grow Up To Become Living Proof Of Your Parents' Limitations. Their Less-than Masterpiece.

Somehow It Seems Wrong To Photograph A Blind Person. It’s Like Stealing Something Valuable They Don’t Even Know They Own.

It's Easy To Cry When You Realize That Everyone You Love Will Reject You Or Die.

Isn't A Kid Alive Who Doesn't Dream About Rewarding Her Folks, Or Punishing Them.

You Realize You Have No Control Over How You're Perceived.