Walt's Machine- Part 1

Photo, 2011:

The photographs that littered his fake wooden desk were of lost potential. Up from the dim spotlight of the desk lamp stared faces that had long since vanished from his life, or were in the process of doing so now. No replacements had arisen to fill their now-empty roles, as people are irreplaceable.
Though perhaps the saddest absence reflected by these harrowing afterimages was his own. No child survives the leap into adulthood with his soul intact, some great and essential part of him has to die for him to be able to function in the adult world. The only difference is that this man, or boy, had recognized this crumbling shard of his being as vital and, at the expense of his metamorphosis into adulthood, tried to retain it at all costs.