Conspiracy of one

Mill Creek WA

Description

I miss talking with strangers about nonsense while far too stoned, but at the same time it's more like missing your dog from when you were a kid and everything 'seemed' to be ideal even though it wasn't. Even still, do you ever wonder what truth is even though you've gone down that path a million times before? A million words, a million meanings, all of them empty except to the person who said them. A blank page tells you more about what cannot be said than a life in a line sublimated into one word. What is it to you?