Think of it like a treasure hunt with no map, no rations, and plentiful personal time. Think of it like a self-starter’s paradise. Think of it like a camera with rotating lens: multi-colour, multi-speed, multi-focus. Think of it like a wresting match & every blow is one for verse. Think of it like a hole in the dirt you throw your dreams into. Think of it like a palace with tunnels, thin skylights, & a red door. Think of it like a funhouse mirror. Think of it like the voice the conscience demands. Think of it like a log for antiquity uncovered in twelve centuries by a nomad civilization in all-terrain hikers. Think of it like a tennis match where each baseline strike creates more dynamic tension until, after three amazing cross-court returns, the ball careens out of bounds. Think of it like a wet fence drying in the rain. Think of it like a way out. Think of it like a melody unchained by scale, atonal piano chords stabbed staccato into the audio air. Think of it like a letter from the past & an email from the future arriving at the same time on the stoop as if purposely juxtaposed. Think of it like a very long engagement that never gets past the awkward stage where families must meet & mingle. Think of it like sculpting emotion. Think of it like wearing every identity.
