slacker.

i've had a total recalibration of my mind, you know. 
i mean, it's like i've been banging my head against this 19th century type, um, what? 
thought mode? construct? human construct? 
well, the wall doesn't exist. 
it's not there, you know. 
i mean, they tell you: look for the light at the end of the tunnel. 


well, there is no tunnel. 


there's just no structure. 
the underlying order is chaos.