If only I had photographers following my every move, so that I could boasts to the world that I am indeed a great man.
If only there was a paparazzi tailing me. He could have taken pictures of all the intimate, candid and “juicy” shots that could catapult me into fame.
The photographs could have captured how innovative and resourceful I was. It could have immortalized my acts of heroism and nationalism. It could have forever lessen my efforts in proclaiming how remarkable I was, for the pictures would be enough to speak a thousand words, and say something poignant
enough to galvanize an entire society.
