My friend gave me this photo, framed, from Burning Man ‘07. I was in a really bad place when he gave it to me. I’d lost a friend in an accident and had a lot of regrets about what was unsaid in our relationship and that I wasn’t there.
Some nights when I am thinking and off in space somewhere inbetween my conscious and subconscious I find myself staring at it. I hope to strike the balance in my life between hope and regret that it demonstrates. We could all be so lucky. Regret is such a nasty beast.