"My...Haven't we changed?"

And oh so trusting are we...

Mis communications
(And Disconnections).
Obsessions.
Mistakes.
Triumphs.
Going outs.
Giving ups.
Moving ons.
Moving outs.
Graduating problems.
Graduating solutions.
Graduating cycles.
And falling outs.

And I'll remember as much as I will, and want to.
And now, I choose to not even watch as cars go by on traffic cameras, listening to melodramatic melodies played over scenes and weather for a time, when no one pays attention to in this town, anyway.

An end to the quietude of early, early, earliest of morning.

Goodnight my friends.
Goodbye, farewell.
I'll see you soon.
No doubt, Hello again...
And how are you?
How have you been?

I'll have you know, that you have, at times no doubt, inspired me over the years.
And some of you haven't known me longer than the barest qualification of years.

I'd hope to extend that time frame of association.
If I've been through anything with you.
I'd probably say we went through life. That is a shared experience of the most general sense. Some of us went through death as well, certainly...a part of life.

And I've appreciated the strengths and weaknesses of all of you.

And this didn't start as being about you.
Did it?

Some of us refuse to lie.
I refuse to forget. I choose to remember.
I used to "Can't not know." Now, I'm more accepting of my ignorance, but far less than complacent about it.

And I've never directly, or intentionally, attacked any one of you.
Never meant to do harm.
Never meant to disrespect or wound.
But these things happen.

This is the cost of doing business.
This is my social investment strategy.
We give (the royal "we" primarily), and we get, a little returned here and there.
But for the most part, it can hardly be considered as a profitable endeavor by most.

I won't bother plotting out proofs or flow charts even.
General reciprocity is more of a "Trade agreement" than pure economics.
And I am all about opportunity costs.
That's why I spent time with you. I took the chance, chose the opportunity, and possibly wasted my time for little guarantee of returns.

This is how I've operated, more or less, over the years.
Will this be how I continue to operate?
How have you changed the capital I have given you?
Is one of us running a deficit? Is there an imbalance?
Or just a severing of ties?

I don't expect to be understood, consistently that is.
Do you?

Now, I've wandered down the dark and bright Memory Streets, alleys and drive ways. I don't care to keep all my memories in one place, but we need paths to follow to find them it seems.

Self-portraits for other people are always a bit narcissistic.

My piercings, thanks Rosaland.

I didn't think I'd ever do anything like this, no matter how many times I considered it. (I'd want a tattoo, but I'd like never be satisfied with the composition almost...)

Most recent digitally available at this time.
Currently, my profile picture, so this seems superfluous, but not for the comparison.