I don't know where to begin. I could start at the beginning, as the Hatter suggests, but what if my memory is so vague that yesterday disappears just as it ends? What if the middle and the end are as lost and forgotten as the beginning ( Read more... )

I love Ms Miller. That's all I have to say.

This is the homework for her class - we were supposed to write a metaphysical piece of our own, which I wasn't too keen on performing, by fear of ruining the art. My mind still confused is by this piece, yet I love the confusion. Wow, this assignment is fucking me up.

Anyways, here's what I wrote.

Wrong ( Read more... )