Some look upon photography as a form of art. The royal we sees it more as a collective establishmentarian confluence of juxtapositional interstices tending toward hierarchical quotidian amorphous sardonicism, diaphanous certitudinal paradigmatic divulgations of the immutable detritus sublimated to cross-pollinated vermodian aphographianism, rectilinear color pops of saturationalistic vibrancity, and sometimes as many as two or three upvotes given ’cause you just gotta.