When I am confused I try to concentrate singularly on the past or the future. The past is fixed and serves as a sort of sedative to my anxious todays whereas the future is undisciplined, generally unruly and serves as a wonderful stimulant to my complacent todays. The sharp agony of the present and it's sustained orgasmic presence insists that I indulge in a "time transgression drug" in effort to thwart the pain of the marked pleasure of consciousness and or the dull pain of knowing. I am alive in movements. My life has thus far been a series of movements: extracts of past, moment and future. All collected and organized as a dynamic montage analogous to omnipresence.

      

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