• idea's are reality, reality is theory, concrete is playdo in my hands, and the cold fire is a toy to my desire, the rock beneath gives way as the empty-ness tugs at my desires, giving hold a realism to fall threw into a world of absolute and truth, as if testimate to the true nature of the nothingness... and as i play with the cold fire, the concrete becomes real... and what is left, is the new realism.