This is my phantom…my depression, my anguish…my other. The proverbial monkey on my back. Always haunting me…always taunting me.
As much as I love shadow play and seeking light to draw out the lengthy shadows, there is always the notion that just underneath it all is the pain. And every now and again, he pops up to remind me that he is always near.
For years now I have been the casual observer of scenes like this street image, but lately I have been noticing how much I need to put this figure into them. How compelled I am to look for him.
After seven years of sobriety, I am constantly challenged to discover the reasons for what it is I do. And lately, I am looking harder than ever before.