Life imitates Art...

So.... I'm pretty sure broken glass has become a recurring image in the last few days of my life. First in Ani's room there was a broken Kriek glass... and then Sing Sing and I almost sat on broken glass on the Low steps... and then walking home from either EC or Plimpton, I passed a telephone booth where the advertisement covering glass had been shattered and little children were running towards it and being pulled away by their parents ("oooo is that glass?")

WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!?!?!?

--I'm gonna find my purpose.... YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!