A problem was I love people, yet I found more beauty in a world without them. Why? I learned to love the world that was left behind. Little pieces of it that just seemed too beautiful are too obviously telling of the truth of reality. Then I want them to be like these pictures is from a famous mural in Memphis, but cropped to say simply, I love me. Why not? Painting will never die. Of course. This is the entryway to, like, the Memphis Legos