I like to be alone, and I like to take pictures, and sometimes I do both at the same time. I look around my room and wonder if I have good taste. I know that it is distinctly my taste, but whether that's objectively "good" or not is another matter, I suppose.
I wonder at what point I forgot to have fun, or forgot to have a good time, or just forgot, period. Sometimes it's hard to access those old memories that were so precious that they became a cornerstone of my being. I find that a good Cyndi Lauper song sometimes helps evoke them.
As long as songs are around, I think I may be able to keep remembering things. Scents are not as reliable or as accessible.
Here's a peek at my alter ego:
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