I don’t know what you see (probably a pile of records) but every time I see this photo I’m reminded of a shit show of a time period in my life. I was being used, but I also shouldn’t have been dating in the first place. I was a huge dick, but so were they. I learned hard-hitting lessons about expectations vs reality and reaction vs response. How I behaved was really quite disappointing.
I offered the records back but he was really difficult about when to get them. One time I almost even thought to drop them off, since I was in his area, but I didn’t have his address anymore. (Sorry, I don’t let google track my timeline history.) I didn’t even know if he lived there. I ended up giving them to a friend, except for one that I broke into little pieces and made art from.
When I look at the art I feel something similar to what I feel when I look at this picture: shame, but also a reminder to be clearer in my communications and quit trying to “people please,” it just makes everything worse for everyone.