happy to be back. I’ve missed you, though never abandoned inside. Things have a strange curious way of turning around the bend and back, the return of the prodigal son. What more of a way is there to share war stories than through the facile liquidations of an examined life. Learned lessons from excavations, one liners with illustrations. Tales of a cautious optimist and part-time neologist having in common the unceasing desire and interest for exploring, reflecting and collecting emotions, actions, ideas and making up assumptions about the mankind every day. New theories meet old theories, overrated clichés become more current than ever and the boundless speculations about the world within a warehouse wore her down. tore her down. she is now a shaman with lamictal in her palms, glasses stored in her dress pocket and face forward.
rest of the ‘statements‘ series and more new work.
hilitehead 
elaborate?