Maybe I can be a photographer of old olive oil farms around Sorrento? Probably not a good idea. Every photo I took was amazing and made me feel talented. I don’t want to get a big head.

Maybe I can be one of those people who take pictures only of cats. Then I can post them on the internet and be one of those crazy cat pictures people. I’ll spend so much time photographing cats, my personality will change, becoming more cat-like. My thoughts will become more profound. More piercing. More contemplative.

Wait. . .  what was I talking about?