I look at this image and think, man, I'm a narcissist for staring at this photo for so long! (no, but really) I see this photo and it immediately surfaces different waves of emotion. This, captured ten years ago. I can feel the vehement passion for performing burning brightly from the still.
Still I know why I work so damn hard. Because there is nothing else. There is no "Plan B". Throw in another decade and where will I be? In a landfill of new experiences with a dated list of contributions? Wherever I'm going, it's conceivable from here.