I can think of no better metaphor for loneliness (or at least involuntary independence) than a photograph of a man with his arm extending out of the frame and his body leaning backwards, every muscle engaged, hoping to get the shot of himself he envisions in his head. A shot, by the way, that looks nothing like the man. This, of course, is why he chooses it as his portrait. It doesn't remind him of anything he knows so well. Maybe he likes to hold his lens to the mirror because the inverse of his image is just novel enough to satisfy him. Maybe the glare from the flash across the glass cheats the math. A fluke of physics for 1/400 of a second, proof that sometimes, when you shoot enough, the camera gets it right.

As time goes on, the best years of our lives will be remembered by photos we took of ourselves. We'll handle our own history, revising it as we go along, deleting the ones that don't look like our reflections anymore. All that will remain will be images of people that look nothing like us.

In 20 years it won't matter what our connection to us was. There will be nothing to learn from an image of ourselves, by ourselves. That's called life. The ongoing image of us, by us. It will only matter what the connection to others was like.

Those will matter.

That shot that girls take together, man - they know what they're doing. The flash hits so hard that everything behind their hair becomes arbitrary darkness, their environment suggested only by the cut of dress and color of beverage. That's your life. That's your self. When you hand the camera to someone else, you break that electrical circuit of hand to lens to eye to vanity. I've never seen any truth in that, and I never expect to.

No more pictures of me by me. I can save you time and just write what I hope you'll think about me when you see me.

Honest but mysterious
uncommonly attractive but naive
Potential for great understanding, but only if called upon. Fun as default.
Rugged but subtle

That's more than you'll get out of me from some photograph I chose as the one that you should see. Don't ever let me pick my own photo. I have two options. Disappointment in not seeing what I so badly want to, or a false sense of wonder.

But the ones you girls take together, that's what it's all about.

SH

Hey,

        Sorry its been so long since i've last updated, just haven't had the time, i've been really tired lately.  My new phase by the way is the band Train (i'm goin to throw the lyrics to one of their songs at the end of this post, so be sure to read!) One of my really good friends stopped by today with another good friends with a letter from a really good friend, so it was a good day, i got to see Walki and he was with little Putman, who had a letter from My Girl Shannie.  That is about all that is happened, i miss my friends from Eastern like crazy........so stay in touch you guys.  So here is the song i promised, and by the way keep checking for updates daily.....

When it rains it pours and opens doors
And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry
And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love
That have to say goodbye 

And as I float along this ocean
I can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go 

Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And you make everything alright 
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here 

And every word I didn't say caught up in some busy day
And every dance on the kitchen floor we didn't have before
And every sunset that we'll miss I'll wrap them all up in a kiss
Pick you up in all of this when I sail away 

And while I float along this ocean
I can feel you like a notion that I hope will never leave

Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And you make everything alright 
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way

Whether I am up or down or in or out or just plane overhead
Instead it just feels like it's impossible to fly
But with you I can spread my wings
to see me over everything that life may send me 
When I am hoping it won't pass me by 

And when I feel like there is no one that will ever know me
there you are to show me

When I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And you make everything alright 
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here

When I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here

lemme know what u think about the song it is one of my favorites.......