Semi-Daily Scribbles

You are not alone.

The kid who thinks the external world – from mac-n-cheez to thrill rides at the county fair – is put in place by magical mommies/daddies for her sole pleasure grows up to be the woman who questions the reality of the timecard – from cubicle walls to eyeballs gone blurry by the light of the Dell or HP – as she tackles one more corporate demand. From what arts did childish beliefs transform into a velvet yoke?