I can never get enough of this…. is that you?
HAHA. Hahahahaha. Yes. Yes it is.
I’ve always wanted to know what others think about when their mask deteriorates by an overcast of stress and anxiety. Do they deal with it personally? Do they let it slide? Do they mask that mask with another one and hope to God that no one else will notice? Do they even care about masks in the first place? Now I wonder, if people were to have their masks diminish right at the sight of them, would anyone ordinary care to see them more clear than they did before. Maybe somehow thankful by the existence behind it with all of its life and breath…or will they quiver at the sight of all its vulnerability, take advantage, or simply turn away.
Like the smell of fear, a tiger will charge and rip its prey apart. Like the scent of anguish, people will sway on the ribs of the less resilient.
"She was filled with regret before she died. She felt like she’d failed us as a mother tremendously."
"Did she say something to you about it?"
"She never said anything, so I don’t have any tangible proof that she had regrets. But she had a very bad substance abuse problem. And I know she always wanted to be a good mother. So I separate my mom from her disease. I always imagine that my mom and an alcoholic were living in the same body. And I know that my mom loved us. And that she hated the alcoholic."
morning haze over south beach from a fire in the everglades.
Newburgh Brewing Company | Newburgh, NY
A lady collecting rainwater in West Bengal, India, in 2012
Photo credit: Prasanta Biswas