Everything is a commercial, we advertise our memories...

I'm erratic, nonplussed and aimless. Try as I might, I can't find a target. Inside a static life, I'm striving to construct a sign. But you can't build things like that... you can't build a purpose. I'm stuck in the motion of falling, with nothing else to do. And it's the only choice, anyway.

If there was a way to deviate from madness, I'd surely like to know. If you think you can do better, then tell me which way to go.