And forgiving those who hurt you (even when you don't want to).

And the idea that most things in life exist in the middle-ground between high and low.

Objects are important to me. Well, certain objects are.

I mean, what's one to do when the curtain falls and the attention pool dries up?

And your attempt to dislodge yourself from this fateful truth is, in and of itself, inherently ordinary, too.

When a simple question elicits a detailed answer that never sees the light of day. Until now, I guess.