At the end of my life I wish to say “I have not lost myself to the dominant dogma of this age.” At the end of my life I wish to look back and know that I chose to walk against the absolute tyranny of circumstance. I grasp that circumstances are what wo/men make them. My aim is to hold absolute the force within against the obstacles without.
Here in the Tower of Babble you may blame my pen for the shady expressions etched along the walls. I'm the weapon of mass destruction. My thoughts are criminal and the recycling bin; a victim. I stand helpless by the murder scene.
Here I struggle against the webbing of networks while peering at the mute red computer backgrounds. Every once in a while the screens flicker with the secrets of people whom tread the dead web for life. That’s where we meet and whisper; comfortable behind our two-way mirrors.
My favorite time of day is twilight. If you like stumbling along the pavement between dusk and dawn – feel free to lose all inhibitions. Carve on my walls. I'm an oddball who finds the play of night on city lights fascinating. In time I'd like for the beats of my heart to come to a close in this limbo.