I am Diaper

• Published:July 16th, 2010
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I feel the sun warming my body. I can see it’s light dappling on my outside fabric. The air smells fresh. This is not the studio. And yet I sense that I am still working. Someone shouts “Hold it”, and I know that I am on a shoot. The girl is walking down a street. I can now see the pavement passing under her dress. Let me come undone and quietly slip off, and fall silently to the ground as she unknowingly walks on. Let me be forgotten. Let my end be here.