But first the photo:

I saw this picture and I thought to myself “I should call this crown of thorns” because the light reflection on her forehead looks a bit like a crown and hey, why not throw some disturbing religious imagery in there for good measure.  Then I thought “no, Chloe Dancer Crown of Thorns.”  That is actually the title of song from a band called Mother Love Bone, long forgotten about but one of those Seattle bands that came in before Nirvana.  They had this lovely song about Chloe and her Crown of Thorns.

That song was popular when I was in college and I used to listen to it on every single ride home to my parents, especially in my first year away from home.  I remember how drab it all was.  The college campus was gray, the sky mostly gray.  I wore my hair long, and my clothes were always baggy.  I could not imagine a future or my own future.  I remember dorm rooms, conversations and posters of rock stars, but I don’t remember being happy.  I thought college was supposed to be when you were happy but I wasn’t.  I could not see my future.  I could not see what was coming, but I knew my life wouldn’t get any better.  Never more interesting or wonderful.

How stupid I was!