I don’t try to do it. I just do. Accidently, with a purple purpose, my subconscious plays ping pong, tossing me in and out of bounds all over the spectrum, my ID superceding my SUPEREGO as the general rule. I feign control as I watch the game go (mentally gesticulating cheers for the fantasy I want to win, you know, the one I kept denying I was missing.) I have no fucking clue what the future holds…I do know that I’m tired of being ignored in my home.