While going on my nightly 2-mile walk with my dog, I started thinking about how my life was beginning to resmeble a reality t.v show. Ever since coming out of the den, I have been shedding these various layers off of me that I have built up over the years. I have been denying myself to myself for so long, that now I am questioning reality. No, I haven't seen the sequel yet, but life is starting to feel like the Matrix. Yes, I want to take the red pill and go down the rabbit hole. Yes, you can call me Alice. Everything has started to take on a slightly twisted view. I find myself staring into the circus mirror and enjoying the mutated shape staring back at me. Will I find the true me? Maybe. Will I know it when I see it? Maybe. I'm thinking about a song lyric from David Byrne's "Angels": "I am just an advertisement for a version of myself." Wow. This shit is pretty good. And not drug or alcohol induced.