I wish I could fix everything, everyone, however my human instincts hunger for the conflict of nature divided. My brain melts, but sometimes I don\'t want to scoop it off the floor. And my brain chases its own tail for that and beats itself up even harder. But I need to remember that life is art. It is beyond what we can describe in our own primitive meaning. We can burn it up in flames, or keep drawing until we run out of space.