I’m Lost in the Supermarket

Reflecting on reflecting on one’s life, as I am reflected by a framed photo of myself

Yes, that photo is of me, I am probably eight or nine in that photo, most likely it was taken by my father, it is somewhere in Yosemite. I always have hated this photo, and did not understand why people always thought it was soooooo cute. To me, I can only see the mussed up […]