I Am Not A Robot…

(… though I still dig being a wrist-cyborg.)

Years and probably too many brain cells spent cultivating the discipline that eluded me in my creative nasency, bringing the training I ignored in my time as a music performance major to bear with wordplay and the necessity of putting word to page.

At present, I’m more or less satisfied with the various disciplines and routines that shape my day; my primary efforts are now directed towards being both more flexible with life and its interruptions f...