A Preamble of Sorts

“I am unraveled in the concept of my own existence.  Take apart the propaganda of a few thwarting the realism of the many, and you have “society.”  But what is society, really?  If so many of us claim to be non-conformers; rebels, the black sheep of the socially accepted, than how is there even aContinue reading “A Preamble of Sorts”