Worth It All: Reflections on my Life
PostPosted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 12:15 am
It’s always the prettiest lies that cover the ugliest truths.
Pretty photographs on display in glossy yearbooks cheerfully ignore the other four senses. The bad taste, putrid smell, deafening sound, and piercing touch of those rampaging years flow past me as each page turns and I find my face— there— looking away from the cameras or into them, a smile so jolly, so fleeting. Click. The photo is taken and in the hands of yearbook staff that try to place it in the most decorative and creative way among other “matchingâ€
Pretty photographs on display in glossy yearbooks cheerfully ignore the other four senses. The bad taste, putrid smell, deafening sound, and piercing touch of those rampaging years flow past me as each page turns and I find my face— there— looking away from the cameras or into them, a smile so jolly, so fleeting. Click. The photo is taken and in the hands of yearbook staff that try to place it in the most decorative and creative way among other “matchingâ€
