always between two points, never full resolved. it was always a drive towards resolution. now i'm convinced the membrane is my resolution, where i exist.

i don't know where i'm taking this or where it's taking me. these thoughts or this work. it's always been there, even when i'm not. pulling, driving, pushing. i don't know where i'm going with this, and i'm not sure i have a choice.

speaking thoughts without the restraint of fear from the awareness of an audience. the truth found in the expression is without restraint. expression bound by limitations is a lie.

only when the performative action stands without the rigorous backing of production and quality that the self doubt creeps in.

i wish i was capable of creating something really good and being completely satisfied with no one ever seeing it. i feel like i exist in an endless purgatory. perpetually pulled in opposite directions.

transmitting