This is a photo of me holding a frame, but through the frame you don't see me, you see the dragonfruit cactus and the neighbor's fence. The story is basically that even though you might see someone, you never really see them because we all have things to hide. We often see through someone, mostly because of our jobs and we have to put on this nice exterior and speak with certain language and tone so as not be misunderstood. The frame is the box, and while I am often thinking and acting outside the box, nobody every ever really sees what's inside.