I am going in circles, around the sun, just like you. I suspended disbelief, trying to WaKe uP from the dreamless sleep of modern reason.

A good friend said to me; “It’s not AbOuT you …”. He’s right. It’s not AbOuT me and neither is tHis. i, such as i am = an instrument, one among an infinite number becoming one.

I started with an archive … digging through my own human remains. I’m tired of looking back over my shoulder. I’m tired of breaking my heart with my own bare hands.

tHiS is merely evidence of the struggle with all that … and then some.

AMEN