If I said this picture was correctly representative of myself, it would be lies. Although I did take it, and it is my pen and my book, no.
This is a picture to represent someone who plays the piano all day and lives on a small island off the coast of Helsinki and is called Sergei and pines for his woman who has been taken by Another Man, lured into a false sense of security by his superificial charm and superior bone structure.
And how it's a bit crooked wouldn't be just because I was trying to take it on a boat without getting glare off the thick glass of the Interislander's main deck, it would be representative of the skewed way a tortured artist sees the world, a way that may just be more clear than that of the damned intellectual who waves his textbook in the air like a fool.
There we go, that's me.
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