After I die my surviving family members are going to unlock my phone and find it full of self-portraits taken whilst drawing for facial reference, most of them taken early in the morning or late at night. Then they’ll come to the heartbreaking realisation that they don’t have a lot of photos of me doing anything else.

“What was your Great-granddad Bishop like?”

“Well, son, I was fairly young when he died but I like to look at these old photo albums and picture what his day-to-day life must have been like. Not a fan of showering, no sir, but he did like sitting in the dark in his pyjamas, taking selfies and making weird monster faces.”

“Uh… forget I asked.”