on being me.

I love to learn.

I take in as much information as I can every day.

It swims about inside my head,
It gets filtered (a little bit).

Forming together into cohesive chunks
I consider my ‘knowledge’.

TBH, it’s a bit cluttered in there.



Oftentimes, when I extract some of these really interesting new things to share,
they get all mashed up on the way out.

One idea gets tangled up
with a theory from somewhere else,


In my mind it’s a beautifully crafted gestalt,
digested and distilled,
It’s the architecture of my reality.

But you only see a fin,
or a twig,
a remnant,
truncated from context.

It sounds like nonsense to you.


(I know this to be true)