everything is an oxymoron and a contradiction.
thus i find it difficult to define anything - humanity, the world, life, myself.
how can i define, when truth isn't always true - not all the time, not everywhere, not in every way.

i am so confused.
and horrified.
i am endlessly fascinated.

but here's what i do know:
the planet spins & we breathe.

and until the planet doesn't spin,
or until i don't breathe, or both,
i am here for the ride.


10:55, tuesday march nine, 2010