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Photography. How it toys with us, makes utter fools of us, flogs, whips, and spanks us. Listen to the voices of the gearfags as they shitpost and retreat in the night. Whispered in empty rooms and lonely beds, the hunger of gear unattained, rushing through our fingers, unstoppable, fleeting, gone. And yet, when we touch a camera it burns us with its bright flame, it punishes and consumes. And yet we must have it. GAS rules us: uses, abuses, misuses. And yet, why do we always crawl back for more?
