who stole the soul?

Started this photoblog because I needed to do something.
Anything to stop the mind from rotting away.

Age is a very strange thing. Even though, like some say, it's just a number, it has with it certain obligations. Like the obligation to grow old. And as I grow old, I find myself getting caught up in its unrelenting tide of work and more work, slowly losing the will and strength to even lift my head above the monthly paycheck.
That is the difference between growing old and growing older – frailty of spirit. I had always taken the spirit for granted. I never thought it needed any sustenance. It takes care of itself.
The spirit just is…until the purple haze wears off and E becomes hard to find.

So here it is.
My first rock thrown in the face of cynicism, compromise, and growing old.
My first rock for life.

Doh.