Where am I? the ground slips beneath me, the sand pulls deeper into the void. I have become as suffocated in the process as I have ever been. Today I drilled holes through a piece of stone. It has made solid a piece of unworkable crap. perhaps the strain of outside eyes are actually peering in and affecting my mental psyche. perhaps they are my own? I am deeply missing the drive that pulled me toward an answer. now I sit, running at idle speeds, waiting for the weight of the crash to collide.