One way to look at it is to see something different than the other person. If you do, then you are an individual. If you don’t, then you’re dreaming. I can’t prove it, but I suspect that everyone is different, so there isn’t any way to see the same thing as another folk. Folks is folks, said the English teacher.

There is movement in the lines that suggest a membrane with little people sharing a beer at a local pub. They could be in an apartment, but only if the apartment has a large plasma screen that is showing The Big Lebowski.

The cracks on smooth surfaces can be seen when magnified several hundred times. The cracks are there, but we cannot see them due to our size related to the surface. If we were much smaller, we could see more, but we’d miss things at other scales. It just isn’t possible to see everything at once, unless we detach ourselves from the boundaries that surround us. This ballpoint is enhanced due to the contrast that reveals previously hidden smoothness.

Whenever I feel like riding a skateboard, I realize that I don’t have one. Cravings are strange, because it’s not something we conjure, yet it’s part of us. We are connected to these cravings like we’re connected to our belly buttons. I’ve never craved another belly button. Good thing. This ballpoint pen is connected to me somehow, but it isn’t me.

At times lunch can be too much. A big breakfast can stave off noon time cravings. Craving something around lunch time may be influenced by the term lunch, which means a meal around noon. Perhaps we should refer to noon as time to eat later. This ballpoint isn’t full yet either.

The peace sign has become another gestural greeting, but I’m sure there’s peace involved as well. A story might exist where someone flashed the peace sign, and the intended recipient went medieval on the sender’s ass. Maybe it was phrased differently. I’m sure it might have maybe happened. Peace V.