MartinBustamanteArt

Blinded
I find that sometimes my sense of direction shifts without me being aware. I could swear that I am headed north, to later find out that I had been headed east or sometimes west all along. By this, I mean my critical thinking skills are not so precise at times. The compass that I use to locate my place in this world, at times, seems to falter. I think, this is due to the fact that all the preconceived notions that explain my being, are not founded on solid ground. As a consequence, sometimes one plus one can equal five.