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Lost, Misplaced , Perplexed yet enlightened in the four corners of a bedroom. One's personal space, habitat, surrounding environment, the atmosphere beings to eat away, consume at our every thought and emotion. Amused by the nothingness that covers our plane white walls. We wonder, ponder.. wait patiently as our life passively floats away, drifts to a nothingness memory, false impression, never to be remembered.

Deal with the inner struggles of teenage boredom. Contemplating the disappointing, endless, undemanding, existence of the upper middle class. While avoiding battling through the 'slings and arrows of life', inner peace is found in drugs and magazines. As the illusions, the figments of our imagination, provide a disturbing comfort, that temporarily gives us the pleasure we so desperately seek, that which is life.