The 90s was my equivalent to a large-scale awakening point. A place where many of my formless ideas and thoughts began to at least shape into plasticine-like vessels. An era echoing in the drainlike fallout of the excessive 80s where republican overconfidence ran head-on into a flaming reality check rife with decaying walls. The beacon was burning ( Read more... )

There’s just something about being in the moment that no amount of foreknowledge or planning can replace. Still awash with so many tiny memories and sensations echoing from the events of the last seventy-two hours, and it isn’t merely because my head, neck, and arms are covered in an irritably maddening sunburn. (the burn…it make me RAGE!!! ( Read more... )