empty

I'm spending today feeling ambivalent. Listening to Radiohead, eating whole grain pasta, looking at self portraits of myself I took exactly five years ago today. I was living at home in NY, working at an eye doctor's office, and it was before I was actually alive. I had the whole sequence of self photos titled 'empty.'

I miss S. I have been reminded of how much color he adds to my life because without him I'm already washing out a bit. If I took some self portraits today I'd probably call them 'empty' too. Temporarily empty.

I hope the sky clears in time for fireworks.