George Harold Harrison.

I don't even want to talk about today.

Anyway, I'm taking a day off from the 30 Day Photography Challenge, I found no inspiration or meaning of anything that was relevant of today's challenge. I was given this book by a friend today, and already it's almost like it's a Horcrux of mine. I haven't really read much of it yet, but what I have read so far has made me question what the bloody hell my purpose in life is. I think I've been going about things the wrong way. I kind of know what I want from life now, or the general direction in which I want to go in. I don't mean that to sound so incredibly soppy or anything of that sort.

I think it's quite 'sad' that I'm so deeply inspired by someone who has been and gone, they were living it up before I was even born, before my mother was even born. And they died just over ten years ago. But they've had the effect on me that they would have had on people fifty years ago. And I regret nothing. Not even the ridiculous bad-quality of this photo. Nor the fact that I'm basically going against the majority of society (mostly concerning people my age) and allowing myself to be influenced by such music as those from The Beatles, and the independance as that of George Harrison. So feel free to judge me, anyone.