If my idea would have worked the picture would have failed. If the circle was perfect the image would not work. If not for the mistake in the exposure it wouldn't be the same. If not for wanting desperately to save this picture it would have been forsaken.
There is something wonderful, and something terrifying looking back at who you were and what you've made. I am very happy this one is one of its kind, yet I know it could not be reproduced. Not by technique and not by the artist who made it.
I used to write letters to other versions of me. Better versions from the past. So this is an ode to a better me from 2013.