The struggle to know and to be known in a world where nothing is as it seems or as you'd wish it to be... where trust is an exercise in delusion—does it matter if you keep your eyes shut in the dark? What can you really see clearly? Is it better to push down or to storytell? Will anyone ever swim near enough to confirm the wild musings of your mind, the longings of your heart, the soothing of your corpse? Is everything to be known contained only in momentary bolts of brilliance? How long can a spark be held? What exists in the in betweens? Which side are you leaning into today?