I take pictures of everything. Everywhere and anyplace. I search for the clever or interesting. The more unusual or overlooked, the better. Best of all is when people have accepted the sight of something and become blind to what they’re seeing. That’s when its fun to stop and take a closer look. That’s what we’ve got here.
At a recent dance event, I saw a gal dancing with this t-shirt. Obviously, the large print tickled my photographer’s eye and that’s why I took it. But after viewing it on the computer I realized the associated print became equally important. I searched to find the full quote.
It appears to come from a webcomic created by Randall Munroe. I can’t vouch for the accuracy of the credit, but the text did match the t-shirt. In the quote below, certain words are highlighted on the t-shirt to form the better know cliché that can be seen in larger letters on the shirt.
Enjoy. Keep your eyes open for the unexpected.
- Man: When did we forget our dreams?
- Man: The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I’m sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a few paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, every day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.
- Man: And no, I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: The solution doesn’t involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn’t involve tempering my life to better fit someone’s expectations. It doesn’t involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.
- Man: This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can: FUCK. THAT. SHIT.