by Michael Ward
There comes a moment when we realize that as much as we seek it... clarity doesn’t serve us. We wear our illusions of who we are like an expensive suit. The acknowledgment of ourselves outside of our mind would render us... unfashionable. The demons of clarity have attacked me from all angles... signaling the beginning of an all-out assault on my sense of what is sane and what is surreal. What passed for sanity no longer applies. The surreal becomes the sane.
Michael Ward is a writer in Chicago masquerading as a tech geek by day. He started a journal in the 5th grade and hasn’t stopped since (although he is the only one who has ever seen it). He writes about baseball for a few diehard fans at Orioles Insider.