The Beginning

Nathaniel Siegel

The truthis a zebra.When you look at it closelyit is black and white.But take a step backand everything turns grey

Symantics.

symantics

The thing is. I was in a position to ignore it. She was a small voice whos whispers barely tickled the hairs of my inner ear. She was surrounded. Her world a torrent of crisco that domi-nated her world, and swept her away.

People who lack any sense of moral culpability, also lack free will. Because those people are sociopaths, and they get sent away to jails and asylums.

Compared to the concious, the unconcious is the wild west. Where all of our destructive tendencies roam free.

THOUGHTS- COLLAGE

Although I don’t know it, my unconcious is most certainly far more entertaining place to reside. Ungoverned by logic, it knows only one limit: con-ciousness. Alas, I do not dream and the unconcious can never break free.

Sadly, that is aterribly contrived metaphor

1. “Symantics”2. Symetry3. Contempt4. Poor Drawings5. Poor Paintings6. Consistency7. Images of things, not people.8. Images of Odd things9. Over worked, rather didactic statements10. Strong Colors or No Colors

The End