Within the last year or so I have been struggling with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (M.E.) This comes with many side effects, one being that it is often hard to eat food - the food tastes of nothing much, and because I am extremely tired, it is hard to digest the food and hold my head up whilst trying to consume it. For this reason, I have often resorted to wholemeal toast because it is relatively easy to prepare and eat and, although not the most exciting of things, I like to think of it as a rather safe bet because it is plain and not too stodgy like its white counterpart.
Although I cannot explain the way I feel, I have often read from others affected that it is like having a hangover; not that I know what that is like either, but I suppose it must feel a bit like having M.E. Still, I like to think of myself as a jolly person and so, to cheer myself up while feeling rather awful, I will tend to make a face out of the uneaten toast crusts - uneaten because they are not particularly nice in these lethargic states of mine.
And so I present the photographs of these whimsical faces. Most are happy and some are sad, but all of them are rather amusing and I certainly enjoy looking at them; I am proud of myself for being a person who constructs such sturdy bases of joviality on grounds that are certainly not without their instabilities.
Faces are in order from February to October 2013.