Going through photoalbums
is always a somewhat strange experience.

 
Going through

other people

's albums is ... well, it depends on the situation, I suppose, like to whom the album belongs to, and whether or not the owner is around to have a story to tell.
 
Today I was going through a dead relative's collection, and

it just made me feel sick

. Apart from about a handful of faces, I had no idea who these people were, and I honestly didn't want to know. All I knew was that I had to wash my hands afterwards, and that

I am going to burn this shit

.
 

Humans

...    :((((