big plans and broken dreams

big plans broken dreams. thats the article. i named it and wrote. out of 96 usable photograohs from my dard room 31 were publised along with 9 pages from my journal. theres one that stand out in my mind more then all the rest. it got the cover. i dont even know why i care about that. well its the next 8 months rent and it payed for all the travel. the money was unexpected but it doesnt mean a god damn thing. the image was taken just out side of the village, as the sun was rising.. in black and white. there are 4 tress in the background all changing and manipulating trings of light through fog in ways that just dont seem logical. theres a boy riding a bike up the street, the front wheel cut off by the edge of the picture he has is brother on his shoulders. the brother with chin resting on olders, looking almost limp. i superemposed a man out side of the back over the right side. he was smug. almost evil i dont know how to discribe it. and yet it was 24 page article. it just jumped at me. this is basic. ive had too much to drink and im not thinking. i should sleep. shes waiting.