I don't know if it is me but sentiments of me and my life can certainly be drawn from it. It's an image I've had in my mind for a while.
Image: The sky is red but laced with a pink thread. It overlooks a broad field where there is evidence that it has been snowing. It has began to melt revealing a field of bodies undernearth the snow, intact but lifeless. I noted, for whatever reason, that there is no carrion to pick at the dead.
Amongst them stands a single manikin, like the kind used in art classes to create frames of people. It has a single tear going down where its left eye would be. The caption reads 'Don't trust the tear, ideals ain't human.'
It feels a little bit like this photo I took earliar this year in Nepal.
I very much enjoyed the silence this environment had. I had never felt that perfect a silence. The picture was taken at the highest point I reached [around 5500m] the higher up I climbed the more layers of the world became eclipsed by a perfect white light. It may not look it here but it was very bright up there. I felt very complete up there - I hope to go again some time.
In my worst moments this picture terrifies me. I do not know why, maybe there is something about it that resonates with my 'soul' as well.