Welcome To Wonderland

Sometimes I get this euphoric rush, the type that resonates through my bones and vibrates my blood. It almost takes over my body, coaxing me to tremble with energy. It feels like many things: Hope. Invigorating optimism. Renewal. Fresh-faced opportunity. Today I am longing for this sensation, urging it to return and kick me in the


Pictured: A photograph from the portfolio of Zen Sekizawa © 2005.

ass, convince me that all is well. So far, it hasn't. Without this euphoric sensation, I feel lost. My eyes feel gray; legs heavy like old wood; spine harboring the ache of too many days spent motionless. I know the direction will change, and this coveted feeling will return. But today it's not here, and I feel like I'm struggling to breathe.