Selfie Nation

Everythings been done before: carbon-copied and ground down into powdered
mundanity. Still, would it really be so wrong to take one more sepia-hued photo?

Christ. Exactly when did we become so goddamned self-obsessed?

The loss of innocence never felt like the loss of anything. Because, once the first
dead body selfie started trending, corpses bloated news feeds quicker than
photos of everyone you never cared about.

But the suicide selfie? Never. Been. Done. Before.

Call it fame, auto-asphyxiated ignominy, but sacrificing yourself without knowing

how the shot turned outFrank called that ballsy.

A plan balanced itself somewhere between the toe on the 12-gauges trigger and
the finger hovering praying mantis-like over post.

But when a duck-faced mannequin lies prone with his ET-finger calling home
and finding no-one answering, one small step into perpetuity bleeds out on the
floor.

A picture says a thousand words. This one neednt say one.