The bomber gets BOMBED!
The day: Anzac Day, 2010.
The time: 5.25pm.
The act: The photo bomber herself – gets bombed by a random.
Part of me is thrilled that the art of photo bombing is coming into fruition. It is blooming at an alarming rate, and people aren’t too fussed to wreck a photo at the expense of their own dignity. Praise to that!
But a part of me is shattered that I could get bombed. Not just a subtle bombing – I got bombed BAD. I feel so vulnerable. It’s like everything I’ve been dishing out is being forced back onto myself.