The days of the week bleed together like watercolor memories of a clumsy painter.
Find your question,
Solve your puzzle.
Make yourself shine in a box of dull lightbulbs

"I was born into a floating sphere in space,
And I'm not sure what to make of this place."

So what the hell am I here for?
And what am I thinking?
I'm in a generation that just can't stop screaming.


But I'm still standing.