I never wish to be easily defined. I'd rather float over other people's mind as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person. Franz Kafka
“I know a 'face' where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Bipolar Owl on meds changing personality. Lamictal was my wonder drug....it made me feel normal for the first time in 10 years. But it changed me. I've never changed back. I take fewer pictures, they mean less. So few self portraits. I liked the catharsis and I liked the visual diary. I just am not inspired for them anymore.