things never worked out for me the way I thought they would. Or the way I was told they would. 2.5 kids.2.5 mortgages. picket fence.xyz. leave it to beaver and he left it alone.
I can't tell you how many time I lay awake at night just looking into the darkness trying to see my way. the idealistic life of the 50's was a lost ideal...lost to the hustle and bustle of the new paradigm. the 21st century digital boy and girl. we had no time for it. there was too much to be done.


there are points in time and space that thousands of points of light intersect and cross and shoot off into outer space, blinding the eyes of the watchers and extending beyond the 5th dimension. A straight line does not stop and continues on into infinity. And so do I .

In the cold rainy night I was alone and the asphalt temperature was 42 degrees. Cars drove past and a mist from their rear tires rose up into the air. When it is raining your tires never really touch the pavement. You are perpetually hydroplaning, always floating in the viscera. Never connected to anything, always separated from a reality that you may or may not have created.