how many times must we go through this before we can come clean

stubbie dearest
Originally uploaded by memoriesofthewind.

expression is a form of therapy, that i know. i do wonder how many sessions must we go through before we can be free of our self-obsession and nostalgia? how much we must go through before we be truly be in the present, be connected to here and now?

i thought of this as i recognized hues of badly developed photos from my childhood in china. these muddy reds and greens touch me, but me alone.