poem

I liked finding this image in the blown up text. I like the way "holics" makes me want to put a "w" in front of it, even though I know it's not normally there.

I like the way when you blow text up you realize you have to "cheat" to create curves but letters that can be built up rectilinearly don't need to "equivocate" to exist.

It's like people who have to lie to "pass." For whatever it is they're passing for.

And the calmness of those letters without curves surrounded on both sides by rather jittery letters reminds me of the nature of addiction--the calms between the many storms.