Tolerant

I have opened my visual diary on the tolerant page just to discover that my tolerance is mostly aimed at myself. I call myself a thousand names, I sing and talk about myself, I photograph myself, I draw self-portraits on toilet and palace walls. Sometimes I don’t like what I see and rush to shut myself up but my tolerance always stops me and makes me step aside. The fire hydrant that you see below is one of my selfies, with hands, eyes, nose, smile, and hat as bright as never before. I am shining here, proud of my tolerance, proud of my aspiration that is literally engraved on my chest. Press the arrow on my belly and go through a chain of sudden eye blinks I made here and there – the snaps that will hardly make you more or less tolerant but will rather show you how tolerant I am.