One year I had to fight the possibility of depression,
I did an obligatory one photo a day challenge,
Now I am left with the occasional tendency to take photos, and granting meaning to them afterwards,
It doesn’t mean they are meaningless,
It means that perhaps they might grow..may be.
I hate you for giving grounds to my pretentious and unfounded cynicism.
It wasn’t meant to be grounded.
Last month I broke down over all the waste..
Last week I panicked over all the loss..
Last night I figured that perhaps only now I want what I always thought I have wanted..
It has been too long since the last time I felt sure.
"Say to a blind man, you’re free, open the door that was separating him from the world, Go, you are free, we tell him once more, and he does not go, he has remained motionless there in the middle of the road, he and the others, they are terrified, they do not know where to go, the fact is that there is no comparison between living in a rational labyrinth, which is, by definition, a mental asylum and venturing forth, without a guiding hand or a dog-leash, into the demented labyrinth of the city, where memory will serve no purpose, for it will merely be able to recall the images of places but not the paths whereby we might get there."
— Blindness- Saramago