The inevitable change that burns up the present moment.
I like to say + even believe, the dadaist had way too much time on their hands. They seem to have been the original extras. Every seven years or so I decide to channel that crew + dream that I can create collage, — I am dreaming —- + once again I learn that I do not like the process of cut and paste. My results are awkward and contrived. Though in my earlier life I may have rejoiced in awkward and contrived - it being a style of its own - I now cringe at the result. I hurriedly sand it into oblivian or tuck the project away to hide it from myself - and like a cat - go about my business as though nothing extraordinary had happened.
This is a good sentence to end. It was penned by Drew, from a character study.
I am hoping to quote it correctly. And, promising to ask if the inclusion is okay…
It was times like these that she enjoyed the enlightenment others look for their entire lives.
