Miniature

Abstract

Individual

It's fate's irony We are attracted to that which is different . From what we know and Fear

In between creating and not creating . I am In between existential guilt and pride I am

Sitting, staring, at a blank wall Insanity of Baker Miller Pink Deception of Mexican pink Swelling of Pink Meat on basement walls . Discreetly scorched by my eyes

Hours or seconds Can you tell the difference ? A wave crashes A surfer goes down Dies for chaos