I’ve decided to try a stream of consciousness style for now. I have no agenda and I won’t make large edits. A professor once inspired me to exercise writing as I exercise a muscle: a little every day. Some will be shit, some will be inspiring, but it’s a Vonnegut exercise in creation for oneself only.

There was a time when I was more idealistic. I guess its the age that gets to your imagination. In high school I had a teacher that lamented ever learning about rainbows. She said the mystery was taken away once she learned about the rarefaction that caused the bright colors to suspend in the…