PASSAGE

I’ll find you again. I told you that even if I hadn’t gone to Massachusetts, even if my life had taken me in a completely different direction, I still would have found you.

I was a child, having just watched the animated Tarzan movie for the first time in my childhood living room. We rented it from Blockbuster. And I’m launching myself over the sofa, vaulting around like a fiend.

I'm working on this cozy animal-folk courier game where you play the chonky rat, Vuldorf, as she flies around Kindred Vale on a broomstick, delivering packages between other "Kin."

My name is Mason. I am lost in the woods, though I am finding my way to the center. For the past six months or so, I have used the name "Moribund" as much as I could.

Finding Mason was always supposed to be a backup, to guide me to who I was— in the event that I received another serious brain injury, and forgot myself. There's a sharp difference between Being Loved and Being Worthy of Love.

It's like a fever broke. I was standing in the shower— just out of reach of the cold water— listing things that I was grateful for.

In the past two years I have undergone a personal change that not only saved my life but also allowed me to open up and become more compassionate, loving, and active in my education.

Everyday I take a cold shower, meditate twice, and fall asleep in comfort of my Sticky Note-posted affirmations. These are practices that have grown more vital to my life in the past year-and-a-half.

Affirmations are the kind of thing that will work if you do them right but you might not immediately notice. The idea is that thoughts become reality.

The practice of discipline is by no means simple, but with the proper insight, it can be developed easily enough. There are four main fronts: Awareness, the Willpower Model, Habit Formation, and the Four Tendencies.

I have been meditating twice a day for the past year. Above everything else, I started to realize that everything wasn't as pressing as it had seemed to be, that I had time to think and reflect.

I could argue that the focus is on creating an existence where mirrors go unused. Can we aim to live without aiming, but with purpose-less experiences, so vivid and wholesome that questions are lacking and answers are ever-present?

This piece explores skin and armature in a multidimensional sculpture; skin: the two-dimensional image in a mirror, how it appears real, how it is taken from perception only in the jarring halt of touch, and armature: me.