This Act is one of Humble Reclamation

I appreciate that this avenue is empty, allowing my voice to echo into nowhere, granting me the freedom to express that to which I do not wish. I’ve been preoccupied with my occupation. I’ve even dreamt of office meetings and tech speak. There has no been no place for this voice of mine that sounds so very different than the one I use in every day life. My eyes have not seen symbolic meaning in the morning coffee cup, but rather the utility of a mind focused on spreadsheets. There is a tension and sometimes there is war, but I must serve as the arbiter of peace, restoring balance to the divided nations within me.

This act is one of humble reclamation.