And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos by John Berger

Back in the Tumblr days, if I saw a quote that struck me, I would blindly buy that book. This took me down many unlikely avenues but it also brought me to Berger. I loved this book so dearly, I brought it everywhere, dog-eared and underlined. He reflects on time and death and capitalism. While Ways Of Seeing is also a fav, i don’t see this one spoken about as often but it is deeply loved by me