This pho­to I do devel­op and print and when­ev­er I look at it, it chills my heart and I can’t look at it for long. I real­ize that it brings to the sur­face the dark aspect in the depths of my soul, which ter­ri­fies even me. I can only recoil when con­front­ed by beau­ty or evil.

—nar­ra­tor, Soul Mountain

For some, every day is a strug­gle.

Me? I tend not to notice.

(Finally.)