NOVERMBER 25th, 2017: My move is made in a game much larger than myself; One foot forward, two feet back. How does one distinguish the genuity of brilliance from the furtive agenda awaiting its awakening. Simply -- the good from the bad. Two feet back, six feet down; The repercussions always sharper than anticipated.... Continue Reading →
One moment for the making; two moments for the taking; backtrack, backstab -- I never wanted that.
Instantaneous Nostalgia
NOVEMBER 19th 2017: Some moments linger a little too long. They're the kind of moments people like to hang onto, trying to find any sort of organization in the course of chaos. The ones that linger are defining -- they shift something inside of you. As you are left breathless in the shear amazingness of... Continue Reading →