This is an aggregation of my words. Discussion, poem, analysis, story, algorithm. Written, said, symbolized in type, ink, art, music. Wherever whenever whatever.
This is the convergence of all me’s and I am’s. And it is totally freaking me out.
Hmmm. What to do. Perhaps a poem is in order? I wrote this one today:
a continual fight between
left and right
these writings a product
of post-argument passion where
logician and creative merge
and learn they are as similar as simile