My shift has changed! Now I work from 4 pm to midnight. Not really sure if that's a good thing. I'd prefer my last one, but this will do. On with the blog...

If it were within, within our power, beyond the reach of slavish pride to no longer harbor grievances behind the mask's opportunists facade.

We could welcome the responsibility like a long lost friend and re-establish the kingdom of laughter in the doll's house once again.

For time has imprisoned us in the order of our years, in the discipline of our ways and in the passing of momentary stillness.

We can see our chaos in motion.

Fortune presents gifts not according to the book.

Because in a village a poor lad has stolen one egg. He swings in the sun while another gets away with a thousand crimes.

When all of the leaves turn to dust, will we remain entrenched in our ways?

They are driven by a strange desire, unseen by the human eye. The carnival is over.