Some years ago I paid a woman $25 for a reading and when she was through, she said “in your past life you were a rising sun.” However, in this life I am a pile of smoldering ashes. A black hole. Consumed by the absence of light, carrying the weight of matter, distorting the space around me. Wondering what it was that extinguished my fire. Looking at myself in disappointment, captive by the ideal that I am not enough and that I am far from marvelous. But I remember Carl Sagan once said “black holes may be apertures to elsewhen... entrances to Wonderland.” So I am slightly illusioned by the promise of magic and adventure within me and in the next life. Still I breed hope in the present and keep my eyes peeled for little sprigs of light in these ashes. • • • • • • #selfportrait #advancedselfie #portraitmood