I love the beauty in the dirty, the broken down, the ugly. I'm drawn to it like a moth to the light. Finding it sets me free inside. A sort of inner sigh of relief. Graffiti on a forgotten underpass, a tattered old hardback book, a girl's running mascara. . . These things never fail to catch my eye. I find them so beautifully flawed.
I wonder if other people see them the way I do.