Life’s time’s fool,
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.
You know when you need a moment to let the world spinning under you catch up? Wait, is that possible? Perhaps it’s rather that you might wish it cease rotation for even just a few moments. The chance for your physical self to enact its entire mental self in an axial freeze. In an effort to sort out my personal and professional online selves I succumb to the revisionist history that is the internet. Cutting pasting to the snowballgallery site and intending to add more content here. I go back in time to catch up to now.