About

Elijah RintrahThis is the Experiment and I am Elijah Rintrah.

The Experiment is one of futility. I try to be observant. I write what is on my mind. What appears to be thought-filled is merely an illusion. Like thought itself.

I am here. You are here. And we may not be going any place in particular. But at least we can hold hands and skip along the yellow brick road together. Or not.

If we stare at the flames long enough we may see images of things that scare or tantilize us. Either way, there may be more than we even dreamed. That is if we dream.

Wisps of smoke. That is what dreams and thoughts are made of.