VoodooRunner

The more you understand something, the closer you come to realizing its intrinsic dangers. It is for that reason that I shall remain a grateful mystery to myself. The world, too, can stay fully dressed in obscure beauty. Seduced and exposed, raw and carnal, peeled undone, it is pure but also monstrous, grotesque, capable and willing and possibly designed to destroy all that springs from its womb. And yet--as everything unravels, I find that I cannot tear my eyes away, because at this point they no longer belong to me, tethered now to collective, infected nerves, becoming treacherous symbols piercing through whatever beauty still lingers, turning it to powder like ancient bones, and then these eyes inevitably swiveling to inward depths. The soul, too, stripped of its layers. Self grows indistinguishable from surroundings, everything reduced to atomic particles, pushing and pulling, vicious electrons fighting for better views of the nucleus.
I also enjoy snowboarding and shooting pool...