Compound Eyes of the Butterfly Effect “EVEN FLOW, THOUGHTS ARRIVE LIKE BUTTERFLIES. OH, HE DON'T KNOW, SO HE CHASES THEM AWAY. OH, SOMEDAY YET HE'LL BEGIN HIS LIFE AGAIN. LIFE AGAIN, LIFE AGAIN. KNEELIN'. LOOKIN' THROUGH THE PAPER THOUGH HE DOESN'T KNOW TO READ. OH, PRAYIN', NOW TO SOMETHING THAT HAS NEVER SHOWED HIM ANYTHING.” – “EVEN FLOW” BY PEARL JAM Our internal dialogue is actually an attempt for these multiple planes to align and create correspondence. If we become rea

Rapture I can still remember the sound of cracking and thumping—sounds that a human head makes when it forcefully meets a concrete floor, covered only by an eighth of an inch of hospital carpet. Behind the darkness of closed eyelids came a repetitive explosion of colors starting from white, then black, and then wavy colors of the spectrum—all appearing and then disappearing in the waves of air around the room. The blunt pain and confusion from such an action was no match for