Sometimes I am so keen and hungry for the stunning and spectacular that only the stunning and spectacular has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something stunning and/or spectacular, I let go. Reality doesn't make an impression me anymore. Truth be told, I think Foucault and Plato where right when they both agreed that it has all been done before.
I guess that when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another...
