It is about how we define that we see.

Tommorrow is where todays impossible becomes probable and mundane.


Eventually the mind comes around.


It feels like dying.

Like some Force is sucking the very air from my lungs, while it crushes me.


Breathe Seer..


What are ya gonna do?


You are lucky in that you have choice. My brain ,by design, lacks a filter, which means I am awash in a persistent stream of data.

Over the years I have fashioned a crude rudder and began to steer.