I've decided that I don't like gravity.

It's not fair.

One of my biggest fears is being imprisoned. I'd have dreams, in film noir black and white, where I'm either in a cell, sitting in despair or plotting an escape. I never really tracked when I'd have these dreams, on comparison to what was happening in my life at that moment, but if I had to guess, it would be the times where I wasn't really excited about anything. Or, where there was a complete lack of adrenaline, whether positive or negative.

And obviously not just physical imprisonment. Actually, its more profoundly the barriers in my mind, or forced no one person is able to control; whether it be circumstance or authority.

And although this may make me hard to please, I still don't expect anything. I guess, in a sense, this fear motivates me.

Trapezing is going to be a regular thing.

A Shot at Sanity

Whether or not I end up neglecting this, I don't care. All that matters is I feel awfully compelled to write about what I call my life at this moment.

Mostly because it's all broken down in extremes; so when it seems my writing is simply a permeation of inexplicable inconsistency and ambiguity, it's because it is.

This is to fit all of those ambiguities into a visual puzzle, to give ground to myself, and perhaps entertain others.