Return – Self Portrait

08.03.12 The car stopped and I glanced around my surroundings, small rolling hills and a monastery perched in the distance. Crossing the valley was a line of mental pylons.

Red rocks crunched and moved under my boots, concentrating carefully, keeping my balance I slowly made my way up the path. Egnacio indicated this was the spot he found me, pointing to the bottom first pylon we came to.

Learn more about the Festival I was attending at the time of my accident here:


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  1. It must have been surreal trying to envisage the scene. I hope you learned something even if the memories have still not returned.


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