Today I spent the day in bed.
I didn’t even have the strength to watch the world go by outside the window.
I cried over improbable songs, probably because of a slight fever.
I glanced at my photo archive and felt a sense of emptiness. I no longer recognize myself in the photos from a few years ago.
It’s a bad feeling, not being able to find yourself anymore.
It’s true, a thousand things have happened in these years; I certainly don’t want to go back, especially to the period when I was emptied of my greatest love: photography.
Tonight I’ll watch a Pixar movie.