Reflection #9

So many questions are buzzing around behind my eyes.  I don’t know if I’m in any particular place to understand the recent attacks on my behavior.  I don’t understand what I did wrong. I don’t understand how this is becoming  a pattern. And I definitely can’t see the meaning behind any of this.

Reflection #8

As a constant reminder of my peaceful and rebellious nature, I seek to prove a law wrong.  Something about it being described as factual motivates me to find the flaw.  Matter cannot be created nor destroyed.  Why has this scientific law intrigued me since the age of bookcovers made of grocery bags?  And how do [...]

Reflection #2

I feel and in the same moment, I don’t feel anything. How I can replace myself with a synthetic version in case the world got too close for comfort is my greatest vein of portrayal. I have lost so much and gained aesthetic reasons to shrug their absence.