Puzzles demand follow-through. You can’t just dick out in the middle of one. Or, well, I can’t. It’s kind of a metaphor for life. Moments are pieces, formed together and built upon, creating the bigger picture within the border of your world. My puzzle is full of deformed shapes and jagged edges, but it still all fits together in its own twisted way, making a hideous fucking picture of my reality. I like puzzles.
this guy really likes his metaphors
