Some people drink and drive, or cheat on their wives, or go bungi jumping; some people really have to push to find the frontier, chaos licking at them through the thinning skin of order. For me, I find enough ferocity in the piles of unread junkmail, a misplaced mortgage payment, children’s non-sleeping patterns, large deposits entered twice and spent. There is chaos enough in meal plans, the daily terror.
Telling: Altars & Artifacts