By trade you remove things

That shouldn’t be there.

You put things together,

Build the scene:

Blend them,

Add in some mist,

Some chromatic aberration,

A lens flare—

All to make it look real.

This is it,

Right now.

What are you choosing to put in the scene

To convince yourself it’s real?

Did you mask out your cheating?

Did you remove the heavy clouds,

And replace them with a bright sunny day?

You can’t composite your own life.

You’ll have to face it one day.