Photographer2000

Mira:
Well,

Mira:
just hours ago, this young man beside me was in the possession of ten-- that's right, ten-- eight-by-ten glossy photographs and now he's lost them, frittered them away. Max here fears a life, a lonely life filled with despair, wandering around on the streets of New York a nothing, a plankton, a bottom dweller, a toothache, a tiny speck of dust that... everything.