wherein the convoluted tornado of chaos resolves itself into something resembling a shape

I've been carrying around this wild tornado of space-time all hacked up into bits, organized on to-do lists but not existing, yet, the future a mighty weight dependent on my own minute-by-minute choices and the organizational capabilities of my own damn brain. Now the future has a shape, it fills out space-time in a voluminous … Continue reading wherein the convoluted tornado of chaos resolves itself into something resembling a shape