The idea that if I can keep my head down, then I will be able to get by, creates a sort of illusion of invisibility in one’s mind. This idea that you will still be somehow able to impact the world and your environment if you do not let yourself be seen, known, and heard. As the old adage goes, ‘if a tree falls in a forest…

Thusly, I will not take away from you the experience I had wanting to know how a simple grain can offer so much range beyond a simple bowl of porridge, all the while still offering so much complexity within a simple bowl of porridge.

There is no point in hating myself. Whatever inner turmoil that exists, I have spent all day trying to justify, trying to make peace with, trying to be accepting and understanding.

I suppose like my like the magic black box I call my phone, for as long as I am in possession of that little box memories, whenever I need to call up the memory of the images I took with that camera, I will have those photographs near and dear.