I used to think that self-portraits were unbearably self-absorbed. But I found myself unbearably self-absorbed this morning, and unable to move past it. So I thought, if I'm going to be self-absorbed, I might as well be self-absorbed all the way.

There is more truth to the hollowed-eye vision of myself than most people suspect. Those times when I am really suffering from my broken perceptions, the image is comforting. I'm not actually missing an eye, not on the outside anyhow, but don't be surprised if you find me wearing an eyepatch if/when I ever go out in public. I'm not kidding when I say I lack depth perception so it would be no real impediment, and it would sure be nice to give people something to focus on besides expressions that aren't actually connected to any kind of nonverbal communication. I probably won't do anything that silly, but, it's a nice thought.

The ligature marks on my neck have faded over the years, and could be mistaken for any number of normal kinds of wear and tear on a neck, but for some reason they always seem to stick out on my self-image, like they just cut me off at the head.

Somehow the whole thing managed to come out cute, though. Not intentional, but since I don't really care so much about this picture we're actually discussing throwing it up on zazzle for the punk/emo T-shirt needs of the general public. It would be nice to put a little spare change in our flailing, failing, hopeless house fund.

And yes, this is the kind of senseless brutality I inflict on my hair when I get frustrated with how fast it grows.