thirty minutes over midtown

A short stopover in the painful reality of present-day NYC.

April Awakening II: how did we do?

Another thirty days of awakening happened. Here's how I did with it.

The scales of justice have all month to swing in favor of a people so thirsty for the real truth.

It's all a game of who sells themselves the best, and my star power seems too lackluster to really shine.

People make their own choices on what they ingest, but perhaps it's time to become awash in exactly what's inside.

There's something to be said about knowing those moments where my anger just doesn't want a cap on it.

Everyone is so desperate to see the actual story and not be distracted by the faux outrage they keep feeding us.

Every moment I live is reality, no matter how surreal it all may be at the moment.

Am I compelling as I think I am, or am I just another tedious voice in a sea of repetition?

Perhaps the moment I stop searching for things drenched in meaning, I'll actually see it.