in all the darkness, the world turns into one giant pothole, waiting in anticipation for the next victim to fall. hardly a leaf moves but the universe seems to spiral downwards in an attempt to spin us all off balance. sounds that were thought to be soothing grew tentacles as they pull us towards the bottom of the pit and the sun ceases to shine while it scorches all in sight. in all irony, i stand before you and try my best to rationalize. when we get turned upside down, we have probably reached the right place in time.