I love pictures of babies crying. It's not that I revel in an innocent person's anguish (although, when I was a teenager, I did used to make weird faces at babies to see how they'd respond). It's the beautiful rawness. The truth. Babies don't yet know how to hide their hearts and concoct masks. They are not afraid of looking stupid. They don't know judgment. What you see on a baby's face is the closest glimpse inside the human soul as possible. They hold nothing back -- and that's exactly what m...
I love pictures of babies crying. It's not that I revel in an innocent person's anguish (although, when I was a teenager, I did used to make weird faces at babies to see how they'd respond). It's the beautiful rawness. The truth. Babies don't yet know how to hide their hearts and concoct masks. They are not afraid of looking stupid. They don't know judgment. What you see on a baby's face is the closest glimpse inside the human soul as possible. They hold nothing back -- and that's exactly what m...
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