He knew he was clever. It was a fact and needed no confirmation or evidence.
Just ask my parents; they’ll tell you how clever I was at school. Could have been anything. Painter. Actor. Mathematician.
His parents weren’t around anymore to back him up and sing his praises. Showing him off like a prized possession.
Could have been anything. Anything. But I chose to be a photographer. My choice. Could’ve been anything though.
Now there was no way he could prove he much more than a wedding photographer. No way of displaying his cleverness. And this is what frustrated him the most.
The Centre of the World 