Only the Lonely: Breakfast Nook
Not everyone knows it, but I was crazy and homeless for awhile before I got clean and sober. I had my "lonely" places where I sat and stared, emptying my mind of my troubles.
This seems like such a place, just the way it's set up and the circle of debris around a single chair which has seen much use sitting right where it is.
Lines come to me (perhaps it'll become part of a poem, I don't know):
At home in a forest of steel beams and vines, haunted by visions of happier times.
A past near forgotten and present denied, a future darkened by anger and pride.
That's all, but it's really autobiographical more than anything.
I've pulled this photo and the others, the captions, and the set description together and made a blog post out of them which makes it easier to follow what I was thinking about as I considered these scenes: Only the Lonely: A Strange July 4th Meditation (on blog.entropicremnants.com)