An ode to the layers that left me bare.

Like the eye of a tornado furiously holding the context of its reality in orbit, the mind erects monuments around it, obscuring what was intended to be seen.

The tragedy in life is that we are alone, experiencing time as singularities desperately building cairns from the chaos around us as evidence that we endeavored to be a part of the world. Incidentally obscuring the self we meant to have seen.