Bill Nein
The Digital Bill of Rights
Andreas Reinhardt
Andreas laughed, for she had no idea. Then he remembers that his quasi-Nihilism isn’t shared. He then sighs
“I don’t think you understand. I guess I do photography. I find the art of photography....” he ponders for the words to find. He finds them in german. “Vergnügen” he chuckles.
He notices her expression. The smile that ended up into a scowl. He perks up, suddenly interesting. “I like what the camera sees. It sees how things are. their face. Their facade. Everyone is in front of the camera. Take off the lense and what do you have. A bouquet of flowers looks pretty, but you then realize that we have plucked the life out of a flowering plant, and you slowly see your example wilt away. The once vibrant shades of red now a dull brown. Now you interest me. I revealed somthing about me. Tell me about you. Somthing is up,” He crosses his arms and leans back, tapping his shoe on the ground. He realizes how intense he just was, but he will let it pass. He is only slightly agitated. She asked a question, he gave an answer. And in return, he asked a question.
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