We see the world, its many colors, shades and flowers unlike any we’ve seen through varied glasses throughout our life.
Our sight is often changed by instances of pain, reward and grief.
The change continues until we see the figurative light, which comes when we’re least expecting something to happen.
I saw it the other day, not the way I was expecting, but, still, it was something I’d been hoping to see. He’d never let me through the gate, or control the wheel, and this is, as I write it, is the first time.
You’ve met the deviant, Cubist, now it’s my turn. I’m a bit more sophisticated than that hack, and because of that the words are different.
I am Jackson Thomas Hunter, a name that is different than I planned, but still in a sense what he wanted and then we’ll discuss the other things you may see from me.
These things will be prettier, not because of anything other than the way I feel about the world and its beauty.
I hope you’ll come along and visit, there’s more of us, but I’ll always come when needed.