the wanderer is going through the process of "found change" the journey in which excessive ideas and beliefs are thrown with the external without the unconscious demand. through this, she finds what has always been there, her.
she seems as though she has been wandering aimlessly, with no intent of believing there is something less than the idea of breathing. as she walks, she breathes and she thinks, she breathes, and there is no uncommon ground with anyone else. she is intent of herself. and even though she does not have that belief that she is there, she sees it. Monsters,
she believes them openly, but there is nothing transcribed, there is nothing hidden, and there is no pain. why does that seem so undoable? why does the constant vision become such static? and why does being uncomfortable become Monsters,
this is a street brand.