Push Me In

At the end of the day, I wonder what the hell I’m doing. Information comes in my head and it sits there, moves around and congeals with a collection of other information. Experiences are like a stir in thick batter rearranging everything and making it closer and closer to that final finished thing ready to be baked. And somehow I feel like Grettel, looking into the oven and waiting for the witch to push me in.