Sunday, September 11, 2016

On the self-portraits of others

What next.

I just started writing here and then had to be pulled away to work for a couple hours. It saps the energies, working does. Then, I tried and failed at a few other things. Things that should be so simple. Could be. 

Being on-call on the weekend has me on-edge. I'm sure that I'll get used to it but at the onset, like most things, there is an unsettling in period. 

I like the image above, a friend pointed me to it. Cool stuff. I love images that say something that can not easily be verbalized, or at all. They result in an evocative silence. There is always the temptation to speak. So strange to forego it, like the giving up of coffee, or an unnamed sin.