He found himself always walking the line, between utterly ridiculous and nearly sublime. He was very addicted to shining sharp edges, and windswept steps and suicide ledges. So when it happened, the inevitable fall, the edge cut him cleanly with no death at all. What everyone saw, made them turn away, like some scientific anatomical display. Muscles exposed, bones poking about, Emotionally, terminally, turned inside out, all of his insides are flayed out to see, and now I think that it's happened to me.
rez Magazine- The Virtual Arts and Life Magazine