Here is the sphere in which I will drivel. I think it images and words, none of which I can say for sure, “I truly understand.” This, albeit a form of writing, is in some form designed. It may be a stretch to those that cannot think of arranging words as design oriented, but to pick a word is similar to picking a colour. To spill my words into form gives me great cathartic satisfaction. I know, much like my design, it may be barely permissible, but I do not create for fame or monetary success; although, I wish I could garner a living doing such, it’s more, to put it vulgarly, a form of masturbation.