RE: When I Was A Photographer - For The Love Of A Fence
It's all about perspective, isn't it?
Hypothetically, imagine you're now Doin' Time because a judge begged to differ about whether you were indeed required to disclaim that, "You weren't giving financial advice," about cryptocurrencies and whether the SEC did, in fact, have a nexus of jurisdiction.
As you're strolling the prison-grounds, you begin to contemplate boundaries, metaphorically represented by fences. Boundaries and respect for authority ... they have never been your strong suits. You are, after all, a rebel at heart.
Ironically, you now realize, that just as there's a quality of peace that can only be found on the other side of war, there's also a quality of freedom that can only be found on the other side of restraint. Like poetic verse, structure magnifies the effect ... and lack of it, ruins it. Your life-long fence-obsession was, in fact, a part of you crying out, "Cryptogee ... don't be an anarchist."
To add poignence to your newfound insight, a beautiful woman appears on the other side of the prison fence. You approach. She looks you in the eye and whispers, "Cryptogee, darling, I was starting to smoke and I realized I needed an oil change ... I've started dating a mechanic."
Hmm, methinks you may be on to something here!
Bloody hell, I hope not! :-D
Now there's a haiku-type utterance that I need to meditate on for a while :-)
Cg
@cryptogee,
Comments section of:
https://steemit.com/ai/@quillfire/killing-off-cryptogee-s-fantasy-girlfriend-is-ai-even-possible-in-non-biological-entities
Ah yes, how can I forget my biomechanical love? :-D
Cg
@cryptogee,
Forgotten already? Cryptogee ... maybe you've got commitment issues as well. :-)
You know, given the propensity of everyone to psychoanalyze a fence-obsession, perhaps you ought to consider running with this theme. You're a complicated guy ... I'm sure there's lots more where that came from.
Of course, if you really wanted to have some fun, Google the profile of some serial-killer who ate his neighbors and dribble it over a number of posts. Psychoanalyze this. Psychoanalyze that.
"Why do I always think of barb-a-que sauce when I see my boss?"
Quill.
LOLZ!