“There is comfort in knowing that the dead chickens buried in our backyards and the failed stories hidden in our desk drawers are just mistakes, just little blinks in the greater violence of the world. There is comfort knowing that there is a man somewhere whose job it is to address the mistakes, to take his knife and make them as if they never happened. It would be nice to tell you that all of these little failures helped, that they became part of the story. But it feels better and more true to admit that they didn’t, that they were just honest mistakes to be edited out and left on the cutting room floor.”
Photography Credit Thomas Mayer.