April 3, 2006
Rebalance. Return. Regift. Renaissance. One thirty AM. I've seen the pictures. In hand and on the computer. The contrast. They are blown out. Smiles are too clean, too white, too much. The folks are there, those that came. It was a photo op. you have to give in to the digital image now. Images are ghosts and aren't real. We won the tournament. Death by fire, I said. No one died this weekend. Everyone told me, "drive carefully."The pictures are there, but behind them is an embittered reality. On the other side of the photograph, there, you can write.