About Me
As I sit here and stare at this box of pixilated light, I wonder. I ponder the place of my face in this ever ebbing sea of social and political turmoil. My place is comfortable; yet, my face is not. Constantly I try to reconcile my position in luxury’s lap with that of my brothers and sisters 'round the globe living under the ever present umbrella of death and destruction. What to do? Can I, one man, tend to mother earth’s garden? Can I, one man without a name, stop the constant gardener from reaping a premature harvest? Can I, one man without a name’s prestige, make a difference? I do nothing. Contemplation is the lazy man’s action.
