HomeTime is weird.I spent months in a vortex winding, and winding.And finally wound in to a tunnel.Tubular and long, I'm walking through it.The end isn't a thought or a sight.No cliche's about light, just tunnel.And I'm thrilled about it. Walking straight and diligently forward.Every day the scenery repeats. My actions repeat, with mild differences.There's only one sadness.Life burns quickly, like the wick of a bomb.And the tunnel is the wick.And again there's progress.Movement forward.Achievement and reward.Repetition. Repetition.BOOM!An unexpected departure.I want to find my way back.I'm scrambling, movin
the face expressions in the picture are just awesome ^^