Symbolism

My time in Sydney so far has been incredible. It's been painful as I separate the junk that collects in an individual's life over a lengthy period of flimsy boundaries and a lack of self-examination.
On my way home today, I passed by a florist who threw out a whole bunch of leaves and dried flowers. I picked them up and continued walking, drawing looks of amusement from several people. After cutting through the dried stuff, I was left with something that resembled life and although it was really simple, it added colour to my lounge:

Alright, so I made something out of rubbish. I had to throw nearly all of it, save a few stalks.
That's my Sydney. Shedding old ideas and habits, exchanging them for new perspectives and goals. Cutting through all the flaff to keep the little that changes me.