How can you look at this image and not think of Diane Arbus? It’s sad like that. Distant like that. Troubling like that. There’s nothing else there, it’s just a kid in a mask. The kid is about at that age where you become old enough to self reflect. Then we know it never ends. The questions mount and grow out of all proportion to our ability to answer them. Because who are we is the most profound question, and not knowing is the most profound tragedy.

“I love that I know she took this picture of me. It was just the two of us that night, a halloween party at the country club we belonged to in Tennessee. She did the costume, I recall how the real straw scratched at me. By the following year we had left my father and were on food stamps living in a four family flop house on Kirtland Road in Ohio.” - TR Ericsson