I have finally come face-to-face with the killer of my imagination. It is the social construct of “acting like a responsible average adult.” Even though I have always been a reliable citizen and devout follower of the statutes and laws of the land, I’ve felt forced to shed my imagination to pursue the stable American lifestyle. I never guessed that I would allow myself to be the nail that gets hammered down for sticking too far up. But, I’m here, and I somehow allowed myself to be hammered by the weight of the world. Continue reading Imagination