A celebration of oddness where no two odd people can ever be the same because the sum of their odd components are of a different magnitude of oddity.
A celebration of the minutiae we don't say but write on blogs and concrete paths and sandy dunes.
A celebration of tiredness and love and impatience and the wound towel in my core.
A celebration of praying for the things that I wont have answered and knowing the carpet of love for me behind that silence.
The celebration that my performance is monitored all my life as I wander the wonderland with my own monitor blinking on and off.
2010 will be my celebration of difference.
