Overandoverandover

Inhabiting this singular, reined-in brain in the midst of the chaotic immediacy that brings this wide, simmering world to the forefront of the Western inquisitive consciousness is like being a tiny flea stuck in a room full of speakers blaring pink noise. The chaos, the rampant push-pull of questions and perceptions, being torn between what is right and what is right for 'them', what is sacred and what is blaringly loud: Holding steady to the mast of this vessel, torn asunder by the psychological sea, floating merely due to physical embodiment as a mixture of atoms and molecules, energy and connectivity that somehow managed to weather the past 26 years with some small glimpse of corporeal fortitude, despite the movement, all this beautiful movement...
sometimes I think I'm happy here.