I lay down another thread. Strung across my mind, it connects; observations with ideas, or dreams with reality. Since we were kids, we have all been building these webs. Only we know the intimate details of the sprawling chasm. Every memory tethered to an emotion. This vast net creates and manipulates our life. In the continuing search for something new, original, fresh, Real: I have become entangled. A fly trapped. These looping thoughts have me stuck.