Most photographs disappear. They sit on hard drives, in negative sleeves, in camera rolls, in folders called “untitled”, “maybe”, or “sort later”. They never make it to a print, a book, a wall, or even a second look. That sounds bleak until you realise something liberating: this is how photography has always worked. The famous frame is never the whole story. Behind it sits a mess of near misses, dull attempts, awkward timing, soft focus, wrong light, strange expressions, dead