the days i spent crawling hands and knees through getty images and the late motorsport images (rip 1895-2024) have led to an online footprint so inconceivably widespread that i'll see one of my edits randomly on twitter with the watermark intact and wonder just how many eyeballs have glanced off the letters "xoames," even for half a second. does that make me a ghost of sorts? is my 20-yr-old self immortalized in pixels that portray the greatest love of my life? not to rhapsodize but it makes me feel Funny inside that little bits of my heart, lovingly placed in every colouring change, are sprinkled across hard drives and servers and phone photo albums. i can't believe i thought about giving up today and cried over my life when my love literally endures space and time. sebastian vettel forever







