those who knew me at Perceptions, which is but a few, know, i often post a photo of my-self, simply as a means of documenting my Am. time moves fast, let’s keep track of our-selves. or not. he said, take a look at yourself in the mirror, instead of looking at me all the time. i said, absolutely not. are you kidding me? photographs are phalse. photographs are a phinagled angle. it’s not really you. that’s not me. it’s close though. that’s what’s so interesting. because… i really have no idea who i am. visually. who’s perception is right? mine in the mirror? the photograph? you who stares at me? or none of the above? i choose, as usual, to donate words. they’ll be clawing at me if there is a disaster, you know. universal blood types are unicorns. they want our horns.