Longing | November 2008 | Copyright 2008
11/30/2008
In my dreams, I yell at people a lot. To the casual observer, I’m sure my slumber looks quite peaceful. But in the deepest recesses of my brain, I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore.
During my waking hours, I struggle with the frustrating limits that our society puts on communication. My chronic need to express all of my thoughts and feelings - both the positive and the negative - is highly discouraged except by a trusted few. So I guess it’s not surprising that I spend so much of my sleep time shouting. It’s gotta come out somewhere.
My photos are another place where my thoughts come out. Can you tell what I am thinking here? And is it OK to say that out loud?
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