Did you know November 12th was my 3 year blogoversity?

...woah. Time flies.

"It's all just selling time, we've got a lot to lose. Paper and ticking clocks; we've got a lot to lose."

Popcorn Ceilings.

An excerpt from my last essay for Creative Nonfiction:

"Usually, I struggle; but sometimes, when the Trauma has passed and the Anguish has settled for the moment, I can rest, and let my center play. These times, I reflect on the kaleidoscope that my narrow field of vision allows. I can watch the stones around me shapeshift into phallic sculptures, or the dots on the ceiling cluster into scenes for my amusement or terror. I often wonder about the value in these things: can there be value in imposed meaning? Will the artwork in the ceiling be worth less if it doesn’t exist without an audience?"