its not to say in excess that our time here must be brief. i must understand quickly and adapt to all things for nothing is certain, not me, not them, not even your own consciousness is certain. i cannot tell why we are here now, this waste often filters some of the more, unappealing of men down to us. that is to say, i must be thankful that we are here, understand it is our urgency that forced my hands to come to this place. i apologize for being blunt, this is the reality we must come to accept, broken and sordid it may be, there is great potential is the changing winds and shifting continents. of little that i can show you, we have nothing more than words, no objects, no places, no memories to guide us. i will tell you of where we go, the tortured paths dimly lit by light fighting to maintain itself. of course this is nothing that you haven't seen, you like us have survived. and now that you know, now that you've seen, you must bend, you must understand and see beyond this intangible mediocre. rest.

my skin feels great today. following the weeks and months of treacherous dry flakes and mountainous shards of invisible sandpaper-laced glass, it feels good to grind my hands together and know i'm not actually falling apart. the world forever changes and i follow forever with it, lost in the abysmal mess that was left behind for us to clean up. whatever distorted view of paradise we thought was possible was dismantled as soon as we tried to attain it. but now in these days, in MY days, belonging and responsibility aren't things so readily desired. on the inside we can be crusty and rotten and fixed with adhesives more rotten than the mess itself, but hide it on the outside like a venomous flower blooming and inviting anyone to come admire the beauty that is being presented. me and the few like me know that observation can be taken beyond mere perception and interpretation. that is why we bend, and pry, and contort these aggressive steps towards understanding and re-represent them as ideas not fixed to any tangible chain of command. we holy few and beautifully disastrous invaders of the potential, giving rank and acknowledgment to the forgotten and dismantled. it's the little victories like the renewed feeling of strength and dexterity that allow me to continue on the path i've stumbled onto.