I am not all that fond of black and white photos of myself. There is a somberness in the lack of color in the surroundings that makes my heart ache. It feels as if the photo is capturing the very essence of my soul, with all its shadows created by the judgement of others, and placed on display for everyone to see. It is almost too real to bear.
And now that moment captured on film has transcended beyond memory; to be relived at any time with a simple glance at the grey image.
It is a bit of an odd situation to be in, striving to sit in comfort with self while the chatter of self-recrimination echoes.
But alas, that is where I spend most of my time.
Until next time,