Each night I would pore over guide books, plotting routes all over the city, hoping to pluck up the courage to make my way in to any one of the eateries that I aspired to get in to. There was no barrier but my own insecurity.
Nu-Metal was a fashion, but I liked it; it was a fusion of metal and hip-hop, and I grew up listening to it. When prevailing tastes changed, I felt alienated.
Molecular insight, akin to entropic engineering. A diorama of virtue and its inherent disassociativity.
Vinyl formation. Hot glue gun apotheosis. Interminable joy. A frustration in the eyes of the mad man.