With a liver soaked in a myriad of libations and a mind full of rotten ideas with just the right amount of energy to act upon each one of them, I take to the keyboard and hammer with the digits on my hand to stamp the ever changing thoughts swirling through the fog of contemplations clouding my mind onto the unforgiving landscape of the internet…
I can deeply appreciate the extra-terrestrial geography of a drunken mind, if only because to navigate it takes in my opinion the right amount of gusto coupled with the appropriate amount abandon. Caring without caring. It’s a delicate balance. It’s as though one were tight-rope walking the line between love and hate: between divine and scientific. It’s as though finding a world subject to the limits of the mind and finding that those oceans were vast because the mind behind them was open to all possibilities.
“…if life was like the open sea, then let truth be the wind in your sail” - Talib Kweli.
