My UNiFORM

Mystery, Illusion, Undoubtable Curiosity. Life
Where does it stem from.
Where is it. What makes it a bit more concrete?
A Uniform.

A statement. A signature.
Philosophical presence.

Permission to define.
Allowing for waves of existence to crash within it's lines.
Challenged by potential eruption.

What would be my suit?
Blue denim, white shirt, flip flops.
Hair down cause it is easier.
Tattoos of course.
Converse.
Black boots, black dress. High heels?
Can't do much in those.

Self Expression.
For a man. For a woman. For a person.
If I spoke the language. If you spoke the language. If we spoke the language.

Sometimes that which identifies us does so to well.
Sometimes it is the expression we desire,
Sometimes it fulfills our need to feel connected.
Sometimes we identify this expression with who we are. But is it?

Creating Judgment rather than Selecting for taste.

The end result?

Simply to be satisfied with the representation, while staying detached.