It is difficult to find words to express my feelings about words. I have been ignoring words, especially those of fiction and non-fiction (is that not everything?). Backlit images stare me in retina. I sweep the words under my bookmark bar and click ‘Read Later’. Later is a time that is not now and right now I want pictures. Pretty pictures. If seeing is believing and I want others to know what I believe then they must see this belief; If I want to tell them what I believe, well then shit…How do I do that when I haven’t been practicing? Can you regurgitate that joke or NPR bit from yesterday or does it flop like Goofy’s ears? Maybe I’ll remember the headline (if I’m lucky).
I want to make a statement. I do not know what that statement is about but I want to make it. I fear making a statement that may disagree with some…Will you be offended? I want my statement to say everything to everyone. I fear this is not possible.
The photograph below was taken last Summer. It captures what I believe to be three generations (I’m telling you but I’m also showing you because I am not certain)…The New Yorker cover is what I believe to be three generations. I’m more sure of the cartoon than I am of my own photograph.