I took this picture the other night, sort of by accident, and I thought that not only was it cool, but it kind of tells a story. Something sort of poetic, and inspirational, real yet not real. Tragic yet comic. Angst ridden yet full of joy.
There’s the reflection of my soul, bound up in the symbolic wooden squares of life (behind me) that trap me in the societal expectations of social norms and ideals–as indicated by ownership of both iPhone and the Macbook. Also, there is solitude, a life of loneliness that is the silent companion of every writer. A life that needs clarity, as symbolized by the slightly dirty screen. The shadows of my face reflecting my inner sadness, and yet the slight upturn of lips that shows impending joy.
Also, I think this picture shows that I have freakishly big hands.
hmmm, pretty deep. Maybe you just need a break?? Been staring at the screen too long??
Mia Madre,
perhaps the dusty reflection of a pixilated scepter is only a representation of a road once traveled. Pictures do not move, but you have. As you move on from the complexities of the contradictions found in this picture, you are able to realize how far you've come. You are no longer in the picture, you are not trapped in there trying to get out. Rather, you have found the meaning and good that the picture had to offer, now throw it away, move one, and enjoy the memories to be made next.
*on.
not one. 🙂
hmmm, Lizz, little concerned here…is this a "like mother, like daughter scenario". Maybe you too need to take a break…