Kind of experiencing a lull in ideas, which is actually a welcomed event for me. No one said life was easy, so I heard and heard growing up, but no one said life was easy with fluorescent lights blaring on one's insides from morning till night either. Well, I'm saying it makes life difficult. Some might say the fluorescent lights are the sign of a sensible ego providing its own light source. Well, again, I'm saying it ... sarcastically. And then there are those of us who say we're on edge. Of what? Psychosis? Confusing imagination with reality ... isn't that everybody?

A satisfying 12 minutes for me.