How we'd squeeze ourselves into the tiniest of photo-booth spaces...
and make funny faces...and smile for that camera that was buried somewhere within?
Somehow - it reminded me.
Passing by this morning's newsstand...listening to the radio sharing its stories.
If it's not one thing...it's another.
Our world's a mess.
Either natural or man-made. Everything is feeling like an end.
They're our hope for this future.
We were once - them.