"Build it up / tear it down
Ride my donkey into town"
From Oceans, TITNA, 1997
Back to front seats
Back from the dead
Questioning viability
Notions of greatness forgotten

Replaced by the struggles
Consuming in constant preparation
For production

It's funny that of the things I can do, the one thing I probably do the worst is relive old tales. I'm definitely not a storyteller. I don't believe my memory is as deep as I once would have guessed.

Maybe I have too difficult a time focusing on the past. Maybe I barely process the future. Maybe the blessing is the curse; living in the present.

History is so Soviet.


Moving from project to project
With in-between times feeling like
Vast, deep voids of absence
Of talents