Somebody help me, I don't know what to do; I feel like I'm fallin' but fallin' from where? I've got songs in my head, and pain in e'erythin' else! Why can't I just be fine?
Somebody help me, I just wanna' call them, but I know that I can't...it's hurting me to keep remembering e'erything that used to be...What do I do now other than hide it best I can?

Hey are you holding up well

photography had emerged as an elite art pursued by a few creative individuals for a few wealthy patrons. but now, said bauldelaire, it was succumbing to "the great industrial madness of our times." it was becoming a mass production industry that catered to middle-class tastes, including a taste for gadgetry. the stereoscope, the first 3d imaging system, had turned looking at photographs into parlor entertainment. a "thousand hungry eyes were bending over the peepholes of the stereoscope as though they were the attic-windows of the infinite.