I’ve been collecting pictures of myself, many from the beginnings of the Selfie-Aggrandizement era.

I find that these pictures are all the same. In them, I am posing in identical ways with famous people and not-famous people. I am always smiling as though the moment is pleasant and enjoyable for me and I shudder to confess that it often was.

But I wanted to be Hemingway, young and old, and Ray Carver and Bukowski and every other famous writer who was photographed over and over again because of his fame.