BLACK AND WHITE

Monday, August 2, 2011.  Thousands of miles away and the familiar is there.  Color and absence, the carving away to expose what lies beneath, the disaffection of youth.  No sorrow, no joy, just the question about where am I, who am I?  Did I see a reflection, did I see something that questioned my training, did I realize that I haven't been told the entirety of the situation?  Youth  matures into knowledge.

BIG GLASSES

August 24, 2010. It's been a tough few weeks, but I came up out of the subway and there she was, staring at me. While it might matter to many who she is, to me it doesn't, since she might be asleep, and if she isn't, you might wish she was. She looks from behind those glasses, thinking that you should know her, validate her, acknowledge that she is here at all. What will it take to bring her from behind the glasses, into the world of light?