I don’t like photos.

by Jesse

No-one in my family does. I don’t like having shots taken of me. I don’t like it when people put up photos on the wall. (I don’t know whether to look at them or if that’s awkward.) I don’t like photos when they don’t have anyone in them, like some of my dad’s photos. He reckons he’s a photographer. Whenever I go to his place these days he has all these arty shots up in the kitchen, just a bunch of photos of empty rooms. I can’t stand them. They make me think of those movies where a character is deleted from existence and that person fades from all the photos. When I see my dad’s photos I want to take him by the shoulders and shake him and scream, Who has been erased from your memory, dad. Remember. Remember.