All that I am, all that I ever was…

I am more than my mental health. I am more than my homelessness. I am more than any one aspect of me. I am Addy. And this is…

…and everything in between


Today’s WordPress Daily prompt is:
Take a subject you’re familiar with and imagine it as three photos in a sequence. Tackle the subject by describing those three shots.

Photograph #1:

At first glance you’d be forgiven for thinking this was a poster for the latest Bond movie.

Standing dead centre in the frame, atop a familiar planet earth, is a man wearing a suave black tuxedo. He is the very definition of sexy; the sort of male you’d create if – in a random genetic experiment – you were to blend the DNA of Johnny Depp, Ryan Gosling and Ian Somerhalder.

On his left arm is a woman with shoulder length brunette hair. She wears a scintillating scarlet dress that clings to her curvaceous figure as if it were a second skin. Her hand has slipped under his shirt to caress his muscular chest whilst he takes a firm hold of her hip. Hanging onto the man’s right leg is a second woman, a blonde in a purple cocktail dress that reveals acres of bare flesh. She is draped at his feet, her head bowed out of apparent submission to this God like man.

However, on closer inspection other elements begin to become clear.

The man is not standing on any old globe; he is standing on a photo montage made to represent the planet Earth. There are contracts for business deals, hundreds of receipts for lavish altruistic purchases, reams of telephone bills totalling thousands of dollars, several novels he’s written and millions of scribbled ideas, grand schemes and elaborate plans for world domination.

There are heavy bags under the man’s eyes from weeks without sleep, the odd bruise partly hidden by his shirt and a whisky bottle secreted in the pocket of his tuxedo jacket. In his right hand he holds a mobile phone, partly obscured by the blonde woman’s head, but the message on the screen is visible: 78 missed calls. As this message becomes clear, so does something else. The blonde woman is not bowing in submission, but out of pain; her face streaked with tears.

A caption at the bottom of the image reads: Manic…

Photograph #2:

At first glance you’d be forgiven for thinking this was a black and white artistic photograph of a bed. The sort of image you’d get if were you to cross Ansel Adams with Tracey Enim.

There are no pillows in sight, just the crumpled heap of a black and white patterned duvet haphazardly thrown across a dishevelled mattress. Scattered around the sides of the bed are half filled bottles of an unidentified liquid, crumbled tissues, discarded clothing, books and empty cans of beer. On a bedside table sits a half drunk glass of water, a few unused condoms, a mobile phone and an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts.

However, on closer inspection other elements begin to become clear.

On the screen of the mobile phone is a message informing 0 missed calls. Lost amidst the sea of junk around the bed is a knife, in close proximity several scrunched up tissues splattered with a dark substance that could only be blood. There are also letters, thrown aside and unfinished, that speak of not being able to do this anymore, no longing wanting to be a burden and I’m sorry. Another note, written in more feminine handwriting, sits on the bedside table with the ashtray as a paperweight. It reads: Can’t do this anymore. Call me when you’re better.

Poking out the end of the bed, barely noticeable, is a human foot; the only visible limb of the person hidden beneath the duvet.

A caption at the bottom of the image reads: …depression…

Photograph #3:

At first glance you’d be forgiven for thinking this was a piece of photojournalism capturing day-to-day office life.

A man sits at a desk in a pristine office environment, behind him a cityscape of high rises, cathedral spires, scattered trees and a winding river. He is typing at a computer, a phone nestled at his ear and a mug of coffee steaming nearby. Walking into frame is his colleague, she wears a stylish skirt suit and is smiling at the man as she passes.

However, on closer inspection other elements begin to become clear.

The man bears a striking resemblance to the person in the first image; in fact, if he wasn’t overweight, wearing glasses or dressed in a cheap brown suit you’d swear it was the same man. The woman is also eerily similar to the scarlet dress wearing femme-fatale that was hanging of his arm in the first panel. Her smile, which at first glance appears warm and inviting, hides a hint of derision and disgust, as if she is smiling out of forced politeness rather than any degree of friendship.

There is a bandage hidden under his white shirt, a memo on his desk RSVPing to a social function and an award hanging on the wall behind him indicating employee of the month. Attached to the monitor of his computer is a post-it note written in the same hand-writing as the note hidden under the ashtray of the second image. It reads: Have a beautiful day, beautiful boy :) PS…antenatal scan, tomorrow, 10am. Don’t forget! Love you xx

A caption at the bottom of the image reads:  …and everything in between.

2 thoughts on “…and everything in between

  1. And THIS is why there needs to be a(nother) book! :)


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