Sometimes I feel like I'm looking at a spinning thing, whirling, zooming round, but all I can do is look. And occasionally I feel an overwhelming responsibility for this thing, but I feel so, I don't know, powerless? What a strange situation.
Strange? Complicated? Horrifying? Multi-faceted? Delicate? Peculiar? Earth-shatteringly real? Wondrous?

Confusing?

But then, these are words I often use to describe the things I love best.




"Give me hope. I need a little, just a little."
K.S.Rhoads Dark Hotel