Vanity Card #1

For vanity's sake. Here we go. An unfiltered look through the microscope of consciousness. Where twisted thoughts come out as untwisted words. Or vice versa. Where philosophies collide with insignificant to-do lists. It's the subspace where everything goes and the points don't matter. It's the confessions of an unhindered mind. It's where a sentence can transform a reader. There is no rhyme or reason for this. I type in spurts because I can. Because there is freedom in writing without an agenda. There is freedom in writing for me, to put it out there for no one to see. Today that's not entirely true. Today I write for Mr. Meredith, my former creative writing teacher who passed away. He taught me how to deeply engage in the writing process. He taught me what vanity cards are. And, well, Mr. Meredith, you were right. This exercise is fun as hell.