the internal struggle between my EGO and my SUPER EGO has left me bewildered at the current state of affairs. When you write down your thoughts, do you too hear MOZART? No, perhaps you hear BACH, or maybe BEETHOVEN. No matter, I suppose, whatever it is that goes on in your head has nothing to do with me, as I am only a fleeting memory, even when I'm standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
This appears more visually interesting in it's original form in my moleskin.