Animal Farm.

Animal Farm.

Trapped, the isolation pressing against the conclaves of soul and body. In limbo and dazed by the shimmering lights before the eyes, only to find there are no lights. The imagery created by the vortex of darkness, playing tricks on the mind. Escape is a fantasy, a treasure island; with no navigation. A revelation that has no solution, a conversation unspoken and reeling around. Easy to anchor down, easy to let the waves wash one down to the bottom. Violent reformation, creating a new being in the process of a dank environment that is shrouded with unknowns. Malice in every corner and yet kindness, light, embedded within the center. An outline of a sunset, dripping with the colors of such a rare and unique opulence  - a gift nevertheless. Solitary a well known retreat to reevaluate, reinstate, recharge; a path which takes a sort of mentality to bare alone. New sights, excite the eyes; new images, languages, knowledge pouring down the windy road. From behind we see where we were, to the front a place where we are building along the path of discovery. So where we are is nothing more but an animal farm, a place where work and aspiration are farmed and grown.