i am a ventose ventriloquist at times -- i blow wind through others' tracheas and move their mouths like muppets. my imagination served me well in childhood but these days it's just as likely to betray me. obviously there are other gears in motion though i'm not sure if mental illness or hormonal disturbance is to blame. i suppose the pills for one cause the other so who's to say which side of the bridge i began on. there are so many planks missing between a photographer from a higher altitude might develop an advertisment for a dentist (the "before" picture, of course) . who's to say how i got here but i'm here and i've got to find another path to sanity because neither side of this bridge lands there.