Everything is more beautiful in retrospect.
Sometime between the sepia past,
the grey today and the flash of tomorrow
truth slips away unseen, a tangle of electric
eels squirming in an underground stream.
We look back and see only clear skies
and carefree picnics but never the cold.
We look back and feel only tender kisses
and the soft caress but never the blows.
We look back and remember nothing.
The Purple Hermit 
Nikita!
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I am sure, the picture is of you. If I look at it too long, it seems to change. Very strange!
(I am in a very strange mood lately, I might be….something? I think somebody far away is looking for me. What can I do?)
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Yes that is a very old photo of me. I was picnicking by a river with friends. The dog was called Flossy and he was still a puppy at the time. Hope you enjoy your strange mood.
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I really like the “electric eels” metaphor says so much
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Thanks Alastair.
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That is very true.lots of happy memories always win over the bad ones, which I blot out.
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Therapists would say we need to remember the bad stuff otherwise it will continue to haunt us.
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