my theory that jay is not unlike a cat smelling peppermints when around a flash is disproven, here, by the inoffensive 2 pm sunday light, diffused by a window...so maybe he just feels that a camera steals your soul, and it does so through the eyes...or he is a very quiet shit disturber, a gentle anarchist - in ruining all the photos i try to take of him.fair enough, young man, fair enough.
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