Bernard Neumann stood in the forest, snapping pictures with his camera.
Bernard felt tired. He always felt tired. Sometimes he wasn"t sure the world around him was real unless he took a picture. An overwhelming feeling of sadness seemed to have taken up permanent residence in his chest. A disorganized cloud assumed all capacity of his mind, as if a thick fog had descended upon it, disconnecting him from the world.
He snapped some more pictures. The camera lens gave him a view of the world, but at a distance. It gave him a perspective that was somehow safer. It protected him. At the more comforting angle of a camera, he could create a different reality, one that he could control and manipulate to his liking. In a better reality he would not have seen what he had seen or done what he had d
