you're becoming schizophrienic... the... the... overwhelming plea to just make it all go away ... swallows you. /A Look We live in a brief, constant state of unrest. Seventy years to walk through a days/daze, constantly teetering between an infinite range of projects unfinished, books unread, cereal left uneaten, people whose calls we've failed to return, dogs left un-walked, disagreements unresolved, dreams un-chased, relationships ended uneasily. There is a parade of conflicting inner voices in your head of issues from the past, ambitions for the future, needs to be met today. Caught between them all, you feel insane. And so you go flying. As you fly over your world, surveying the scene, you see all of these things; the swamp of emotional muck in which a person would have drowned, the stones regrettably left unturned and the ones that you would rather have left lay untouched. Hurt feelings and unfulfilled expectations are littered carelessly all over the plains. A little girl sits by a dried up river wishing, her shoes off, for some moisture to bathe her thirsty toes in. And then there's the hill. Oh man, the hill! Ahh... if only you could have the time to see what was on the other side! But the time is just never there, and so the other side of the hill remains a mystery. Puddles have gathered in lowlands from the rain, and the grass below begs for the air. The puddles collected from floods of the past, when they were unable to drain, due to the backed up sewer system that you hadn't had time to fix because of all the other things you needed to tend to. Oh, if only the time was there! And then all the things to do today!! You feel something strange and look behind you to see a huge wall of flooding liquidized concerns pouring onto the landscape, rushfully spilling over the scene, countless reminders screaming at you all at once in the waves, together all resolving into a massive, incomprehensible roar. The puddles are violently engulfed by this thundering mass of oceanic chaos that is too much for the landscape to absorb; needless to say, the little girl is