A wash of light spills over my face, the dull empty white of hubristic hiding shining out almost tauntingly. Human eyes were never meant to behold the pure world of pixels, after all. 

The fuzz of brightness and tired eyes warping the wefts of light into something admittedly rather pretty, some immense mandala that hopefully describes the meaning of all this. 

I groan is born in my throat, and slips into samsara in nigh-on-the-same-instant, leaving only the void left by it's sins and virtues behind.

It's 10:45 PM, and I'm not having a great time.  

A wash of light spills over my face, the dull empty white of hubristic hiding shining out almost tauntingly. Human eyes were never meant to behold the pure world of pixels, after all. 

The fuzz of brightness and tired eyes warping the wefts of light into something admittedly rather pretty, some immense mandala that hopefully describes the meaning of all this. 

I groan is born in my throat, and slips into samsara in nigh-on-the-same-instant, leaving only the void left by it's sins and virtues behind. May they be enough to land in a dharma kinder then this. 

It's 10:45 PM, and it's late, now. 

A wash of light spills over my face, the dull empty white of hubristic hiding shining out almost tauntingly. Human eyes were never meant to behold the pure world of pixels, after all. 

The fuzz of brightness and tired eyes warping the wefts of light into something admittedly rather pretty, some immense mandala that hopefully describes the meaning of all this. 

I groan is born in my throat, and slips into samsara in nigh-on-the-same-instant, leaving only the void left by it's sins and virtues behind. May they be enough to land in a dharma kinder then this. 

It's 10:45 PM, and it's late, now.