Jello Ganges

This experiment in exhibitionism/mental spelunking is a lot trickier than I expected. My thoughts are a churn of suspicions, samples, and silhouettes, and they refuse to organize themselves into a coherent facade. I can readily describe superfluous, superficial impressions, but my own handiwork is coded in an arcane pattern that defies translation. I may choose to lay down my pen rather than choose between irrelevance and incoherence.