I live too much in my own head. This is a reflection of some stranger taking a picture of signs on South Congress. I like it because the stranger is masked by the camera as my self portraits often are and because it appears that the van is choc-a-bloc with imported bric-à-brac. I like using those two combination words in a sentence.
I should talk to other people more. But I tend to want to retreat more. To escape obligations to interact.
My head is a fascinating place, but I need to get out more. Or not.