It is so very, very hard for me to join in, to join the crowd. All the stores in my hometown are sporting "Support" stickers in rainbow colors. I just can't do what I am expected to do. I am subversive by nature, I guess. I have more in common with Bukowski than Gandhi, perhaps.
I am a contrarian.
But I like this photograph. I will do more with it when I have time, make it richer, give it more texture.
I am likely never going to have more time. Leisure has abandoned me. It has taken other lovers, I presume. I miss it more than anything. I am jealous, but I would take it back in a moment. Come back, honey, come back where you belong.