Stoicism is of no interest or use to anyone other than yourself. The mistake in believing it a virtue, making it near impossible to shake. Slowly the limescale of armour against feeling anything thickens. Inside, longing and need become bullets, ricocheting endlessly, angularly within, tearing at the fabric of your soul ( for want of a better word ) which bleeds as passion and will drown you without a crack or leak or drain for relief. Learn to fail, let go, make a fool of yourself. Fall hopelessly in love with the most hopeless cause or beau, know the passion you feel in trying, at least, will make you whole (ish)
Shot in Plymouth ( where I was born ) I adore Antony Gormley even if this one is a little too ‘Minecraft’ for me. Taken on the D750 with the nifty 50 1.4