eyes, vision, perceptions of reality shaping the very reality that i see fit to create, make, and form from that which is here and there to mold, things are different in a fish bowl, like sharks, can't stop moving for fear of drowning, keep doing something, can't be still, moving, something, close but not too close, farther away maybe even, but it's only college, it's only life, choices, always choosing wrong, sometimes it's right to do the wrong thing, but not all the time, dilemmas, like lemmas, but no proofs involved, no calls to primitives, critical sections, no, this is all that i see fit to do, to write, to read, and more

will be away until sunday