a pause in the continuum. i've been looking back at old posts and seeing that the pictures and the words often felt at odds. there was a struggle going on inside, and i got caught in some thought traps tangling with words, and sometimes i was incomprehensible or absurd, and mister roy would say he can't read anymore—it is untenable. and i might assert that life is absurd, that life is untenable, but what the pictures say is so tenable, withal the absurdity, what the pictures say as mary says is LOVE LOVE LOVE. and if i once worried what life would be without mister, i don't anymore, he was always there in the continuum, and every time i pause i see him.