I wanted to be candid. I wanted to express the matters of the neurons onto fine paper pixels. I wanted a simple mixture of time and expression that always seems to elude the best of us. Holy fuck it all seems bullshit, but it’s not. It’s accepting the reality of those who collect normalcy as reality that seems bullshit. That’s because it is bullshit. Some people accept the precepts of a prescribed fantasy version of the world and hold it as gospel. Then I look at them and listen to them and assume that life is them and I say life is bullshit. It’s not true. Life is wonderful, fabulous, hard-won, vigorous, life-giving, resplendent. Life is not what other people make it. It’s what you make it, especially with other people.