It's a funny thing what passes for reality. Most of the time the platitudes and stories and 'facts' and whatnot all seem to fit together perfectly. Everything seems to make sense, things are the way they are, the world seems to have some sort of inherent order. Most people's lives seem to pass by quite jovially in this state. Sometimes though, the cracks and gaps between the reality we cling to inside our heads start to show. And as soon as you start looking through these holes, it quickly becomes apparent that, like atoms, the explanation for reality consists mostly of the holes, and the substance between them seems spread farther and farther from itself. Further down this path, any semblance of order or purpose or reason disappears. And since one has come so far, might as well continue to the end where everything unravels, up becomes down, yesterday becomes today, and your left with a chaotic nonsensical mess of perceptions and idioms, none of which seem to fit together in any seemingly coherent way. Well, that was the thinking anyway. stitching everything back together took a few days, and painting this gave me something concrete to focus on. Oh, and don't do drugs...