2001-07-11 - 2:08 p.m.

I like to turn circles around my own mind. I wish I could paint, because then I would paint the things I saw there. Sometimes you can unravel things -- fragments of objects that defy the natural laws of the world, faces you've never met, shards of broken mirror with someone else's reflection in them -- and come out with a bigger mess than you started with. You can jab at a canvas with yellow paint or poke on a paper, pinning words down, but it won't capture the vivid mind fuck of your mental hallucinations -- at best, you'll be applauded for your use of color or adjectives.