Cult of the Absurd

It's all Albert Camus' fault, you know. His unusual and fascinating way of viewing our world helped to shape my own understanding. Now, I watch the eerie shapes of our world as they float by; enjoying and absorbing them. This place is an outlet, an opportunity to add my own neutrinos to infinity's gasp.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Ghosts of the Basement

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