1 Aug 2022

Growing older and it’s difficult to love (others and myself). I feel a part of the world; I feel its whole. I am standing. I am so stable. I have a headache. Growing and it’s difficult to unclench my jaw or to forget history, to walk away and to open, open, open, open.

A slice of a torso of a man in a red shirt and jeans appears reflected among tall, aluminum, sharply angled columns.