My mind is mostly cluttered with unorganized ideas, thoughts, opinions, and desires. While most of the space inside is filled with primal needs, what occurs to me on a daily basis is the piling up of processed information remains unclassified and unaccomplished conclusion. In the rare instance when an idea is transformed or decided, I feel a strange satisfaction. Closure is never easy, but when did I ever choose the easy way out?
I see this site as a basket of improperly baked thoughts to perform its sole duty of getting them out of my head. Only getting them out I will have space to process the rest.
You should ignore the lack of capitalization in some places.
pieces I’m working on
recent scribbles
Have a nice day. Here is my dog tax.
