so, often i do see the world in black and white, but with a subtle range of tones i say, though it often doesn't seem that way, even to myself. i get caught in words, secret aspirations, and memories. oppressions both real and imaginary. people have to live in the real world, so many concessions have to be made, so much has to be lost for so little gain, we are political animals, we have to compromise to survive, to save anything, what if we gave in, gave up, everything? where then would we be? would it be the same? would it look like this? the important thing is, how would we, how do we feel? i think compliance is an informal process toward death. but we go on living, we stay tuned, we tune out to get along, we tune in, that abject way, blandly complying, we wait and see.