He believes me. But that is nothing new. He always did because I was a rule follower. I played by the rules he understood. But there are new rules now, ones he doesn't know yet. He'll learn. Just as I'm learning.

People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~

It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.

When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?

I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.

...and time becomes a forgotten detail.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.