"All in all, it's just another brick in the wall."
On this day, every year, I fall into a morass, for even if my mind forgets, my body does not, and I wander through the day low and angst ridden. On this day, four drivers faced a choice, the choice to self-justify and lie or the choice to look up and out at their fellow mortals, to think of their lives, their needs, mattering as much as their own. It's not the drunk drivers who harm us the most, it's the sober, selfish ones.
This year, I had a thought and chose to create this collage to stop myself from falling in once again.
Used this in a series on Book of Job I uploaded to web.