Moment

Awake...again...but from where? The gray skies, the muddy memories. What have I done now, at this moment (the only one that matters), to deserve the events drawing me into these warm blankets. What does it mean, standing here, eyes fixed in the mirror, this flesh is still so young, someday old with rot. He couldn't understand. The mold in the corner. How every indication of age and growth all boiled down to the single moment. Now cold, damp, alone. Alive, terribly. Exhilarating sadness.

Research Proposal and Lit Review

I have completed a draft of my Research Proposal and Literature Review which I will present soon to my thesis committee. If you would like to scan it, I have made a link to it under (Thesis Proposal). I am interested in any feedback...

Also, I couldn't get the images to show up, but they aren't very important.