I have no answer because I do not know. Perhaps, I continuously feed this rage as routinely as I breathe. I cannot remember a time when it’s undercurrent was not present. I find myself locking doors in my mind without a second thought anymore. I have so few memories of my life…good or bad. I think that’s why I obsessively photograph everything, capturing moments in time through a lense…tangible evidence my mind can’t ignore. Anger rides shot gun always quick to respond no matter the circumstances to guard all the dark places in my head.