Damn. I know I put myself behind this fence; I accept responsibility for putting up a block. Obviously, I wish I had not let anything get between us. At the time, the fence seemed like such a good idea - it was safe, stable, known. The fence offered protection and, in many respects, I never appreciated just how immobile and immense it is. Then I stopped and took a hard look, at everything. it was at that point I wished, more than anything else, that I had not been stupid enough to take comfort in the fence, I am so annoyed that I never truthfully looked at anything until after the fence was a fixture. Now I am behind the fence.
Without the details, the colors, it seems so violent.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAt7sawS8_4
