I'm at that scary place where its late at night and my eyes are aching because they have been open for so long and I feel like the last person on earth. How would that feel, to be the sole survivor of a race that used to control the earth? I think I know. It feels like nothing. And I love that.
Often a fixture at fairs, parties, and carnivals, people sat in the crescent of a smiling "paper moon," as if lifted to the stars. A photographic phenomena primarily of the early half of the 20th century, it captivated the imagination of a world pre-Photoshop and gave many a memorable image of great times.