breaker breaker Do you ever feel divided? Conflicted? Plagued by an infinite inner torment that only comes up for air on occasion. So you can breathe. Your gills are dry. A lot of the things I do seem not very well thought out. It’s like we’re all constantly trying to figure out who we are and What we’re doing here and we all reflect back one another’s fears or hopes or wishes or fantasies. Exploring… grabbing. Grasping. Everything counts in large amounts It’s a competitive world.