A boy sat in his room. Three wooden toys lied before him on the floor. The boy picked the first one up. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and threw it down. His mother, not knowing what the commotion was, burst open the door in a very quiet way. “What’s wrong?” she said. The boy looked at his lovely mom. He loved her very much. The sun came in through a window behind him and shone upon his back. It brought with it a comfortable warmth. That same warmth he knew he could get from his mom. But mom had no face. Only black holes where the eyes had been. Look like they could suck you right up as well. THE TOY WAS PUT DOWN

A boy sat in his room. Two wooden toys lied before him on the floor. One was far off in the corner of the room. BROODING It wasn’t much longer before….

… he picked up the second toy. A wooden race CAR.”Now what to do?” He wondered. Before he knew it, he was sitting in the back seat of his mom’s car. Nobody else in the car. Nobody else alive. All was still. He looked out the window. There was the sun again. It shone upon all that had come out to greet it. Below it lied a wheat field, shimmering in the sunshine. It could’ve all been a dream, but it was not. The boy popped open the door and stepped out. The car was going 60 mph. However, in one spot it stood, sedentary. He then stood before it all. A thought entered his mind. “For all it’s worth, computers sure have fleshed out their own way of being. Purely utilitarian machines, shaped by the human hands of style.” A piano in the distance? Couldn’t have been, but there it was, the notes speeding after the boy’s ears, only to jump inside and break loose.

This is one for the river. The river of junk that is the internet. Like a massive, ever flowing river that everyone pours into with buckets of what they’d think would be a good idea to make public. The top is where most wade. However, some hold their breath and swim deeper, deeper, deeper. At the bottom lies nothing, and everything. Creation for incomplete creation’s sake. A neon river with ever changing lights, where some pour in, and where some swim. Where does it lead? To an estuary, of course. To some it’s a lake. To some it’s an ocean. Not to worry though. You’re the only one changing size. Go swim for a little bit, see what’s what. The age of logic is no more. Humanity is in its darker years. Our creations stretch our sanity…. Too far, too wide, too far, too wide.

I can’t tell light cause I’ve seen dark, I can’t tell dark cause I’ve seen light. Just trying to find a flicker, now. It’s getting cold out here. Wonder when shelter will find me again.

The boy PUT THE OTHER TOY DOWN AND IT ROLLED AWAY. A boy sat in his room. ONLY ONE WOODEN TOY awaited him. Believe it or not, this one’s a paddle ball. The boy picked it up and started paddling. He wondered to himself where he was. *Tap tap tap.* He wondered to himself who he was, and who he should’ve been. *Tap tap tap.* The boy put the paddle ball down .He decided to shout from the top of his lungs, “Some philosophical statement! You know I’m deep!” Nothing replied.

Oh the pictures I could paint if only I had a painter’s hands