Entry 5: Day 11 – Moebius Strip

I dream of a world of perfect planes and parallel lines. Where the universe neither expands nor ends. Where time does not stretch like elastic bands over drum rollers. Moments stretch forever or constrict to near infinitesimal proportions.

It's the messiness of it all, the dirt and the debris. There are so many shades of gray in the margins. Life bends at the seams and dissipates through the cracks.


Anxious. Alternately hopeful and despondent. Gnawing agitation and fidgeting fingers. Restless mind and body.