[I am six years old. Sitting on pavement,looking down. Concentrated, always. An ant has been walking in a circle for ten minutes or so. This invisible shape has a tiny circumference, and the ant continues to circle it strictly. I decide to create a triangle with my index fingers and my thumbs. I surround it. At the sight of my fingers, the ant begins to run around inside the fortress I have made for it. Looking for escape. Disorientated. Although I do not interrupt its wandering, it panics.] And although I never intended on fleeing, i feel trapped when i look at the barriers. These separating structures are only visible at certain times, during certain days. I was quite fine before she told me. Numbly, thoughtlessly following a list of goals I had created on one of my better days. I know it was not part of my plan and I couldn't go anyway, but acknowledging the fact that I would never take the risk is absolutely killing me. - and it continued to trouble me during one of my drunken hours. so I scribbled on a piece of paper: FUCK SUMMER GOALS 2008! I am going to become a gypsy. summer goals #2: - learn to pick-pocket - practice eastern european accent - buy a tambourine - find a pet goat and everything was perfect, until i began vomiting and I realized that things are not looking promising. i am as unflattering as i sound, perhaps even more so. - thoughts stuffed in pockets, i'll staple it together and call it bad weather.