It's me, a fireworks photo you took last year
I'm having a bit of an existential crisis here.
It’s America Week! Can you smell the 1-percenters? *Snifffffff*
Every day this week we’re publishing a post about a different pillar of American culture or history. And what better day than the 4th of July to talk about fireworks?
Did you know it’s my birthday?
That’s right, you took a picture one year ago today. I, the photograph you see in front of you now, was the result. Which brings me to my question…
Why do I exist?