Forbidden Fruit.

On Art and Culture December 28, 2010

09 November 2010, Sarzana, Italy

Why is the  forbidden a catalyst for morbid curiosity?  I practically offered up my life this afternoon in a foolish acquiesce to a gypsy’s plea for money.  I had my own agenda, the self-appointed mission to take a photograph.  Within seconds, her filth-encrusted fingers were sprung at my bag, thrusting me out of the comfort zone of “observer.”  What a little kick I got off the high of a photo and flashing into fear.  Oh, the delicacy of forbidden fruit.

 

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