Breathing Is Optional, But I Need Some

Life Only Makes Any Sense If We Can See Time How God Does. Past, Present, And Future All At Once.

The Past Is Made Out Of Facts...i Guess The Future Is Just Hope.

Are We All Just Dark Age Doctors, Swearing By Our Leeches? We Crave A Greater Science. We Want To Be Proven Wrong.

What Happened? How Did I Get Here? How Could I Have Known That My Choices Mattered?

I Used To Split My Time Between Writing, Music And Painting. I Would Work On A Book And Then Abandon It, Start A Band, Do An Album, Quit Music, Then Do A Gallery Show. Eventually I Decided To Give Writing A Serious Shot.