BLANK: A Novel Abstraction
ABOUT: BLANK
What do you do with all of the churned-up leftovers when your mind-machine stops holding in all your pain? Do you remember when you were a child? Isn't it funny how the horrible things going on around you then had a haze of misunderstanding? You are not a child anymore. What do you find when you look backward? What glue do you use to piece all the pieces back into place?