Two glass containers on my desk - each housing an uncountable amount of tiny, metal balls; one with red, the other with blue. I pull the first of two levers beneath them, and the vessels begin to rotate. Slow at first, but picking up to a considerable speed, the balls click, clack, and clang upon each other as they are shuffled.
Read MoreIt took me long enough. But finally, I remember who is controlling me. I am a free man, and for my freedom, I must fight - regardless of who impedes, or why.
I had already finished my electric potion, for pleasure, when the realization hit me. One prior down already. I grab one of several wands scattered on my desk. This one is loosely shaped like a gun. Perfect
Read MoreCan inclusivity go hand in hand with quality? Could a community sustain events that are completely free? Can fun and freedom be preserved as essential parts of artistry?
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