Exclamation Marks the Spot “A SHARED SEAT AT THE PINE TABLE COCKTAIL PARLOR. SHARED INSPIRATION MARKED IN TIME, LIKE AN NEUROTRANSMITTER EXCLAMATION POINT. SPACETIME CONTINUUM HOTEL HOLIDAY SUITE.” – “SUPERS” BY JD STAHL To say that I was able to learn a lot from movies would be an understatement. Not only was I able to consider all of the different perspectives from each character, but my innocent childlike curiosity always took me deeper and deeper into each plot. While par

All-Wheel Sprite Suspension “AWAY FROM THE SIGHTS, THE SOUNDS, THE RIGID SCHEDULES—THE FROWNS, EXPECTATIONS, LABELS, COPIES OF PASSERS BY. THERE IS A PLACE WHERE I GO THAT NOBODY SEEMS TO KNOW. JUST LEAVE YOURSELF BEHIND. YOU MAY QUIET THE VOICES. YOU’RE FREE FROM ALL OF THEIR CHOICES...FOR YOU.” – “THE WAY” BY JD STAHL Though I had toiled away many hours in front of the keyboard and computer screen, eventually I found the limits to my own development. Sure, games like Frogge

Image: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (movie) When Pigments Fly “THE PROGRAM FOR THIS EVENING IS NOT NEW. YOU'VE SEEN THIS ENTERTAINMENT THROUGH AND THROUGH. YOU'VE SEEN YOUR BIRTH, YOUR LIFE AND DEATH. YOU MIGHT RECALL ALL OF THE REST. DID YOU HAVE A GOOD WORLD WHEN YOU DIED? ENOUGH TO BASE A MOVIE ON?” – “THE MOVIE” BY JIM MORRISON It didn't take long for me to move from black and white shows on Nickelodeon to movies. The more I understood the interpersonal dynamics of various

Individuated Energy Production (IEP) “BUT IF WE UNDERSTAND ANYTHING OF THE UNCONSCIOUS, WE KNOW THAT IT CANNOT BE SWALLOWED. WE ALSO KNOW THAT IT IS DANGEROUS TO SUPPRESS IT, BECAUSE THE UNCONSCIOUS IS LIFE AND THIS LIFE TURNS AGAINST US IF SUPPRESSED, AS HAPPENS IN NEUROSIS. CONSCIOUS AND UNCONSCIOUS DO NOT MAKE A WHOLE WHEN ONE OF THEM IS SUPPRESSED AND INJURED BY THE OTHER. IF THEY MUST CONTEND, AT LEAST LET IT BE A FAIR FIGHT WITH EQUAL RIGHTS ON BOTH SIDES. BOTH ARE ASPE

Another Degree of Difficulty (ADD) “THIS IS HOW I SHOW MY LOVE. I MADE IT IN MY MIND BECAUSE...BLAME IT ON MY ADD, BABY. THIS IS HOW AN ANGEL DIES. BLAME IT ON MY OWN SICK PRIDE. BLAME IT ON MY ADD, BABY.” – “SAIL” BY AWOLNATION The more that I allowed myself to be consumed by the unlimited number of possible human variables, the word revealed itself to be much stranger than I had previously believed it to be. There didn't seem to be anywhere that I could stop analyzing and e