Punctuation feels frustrating like scripting for a dinner where the preparation becomes more anxiety-swollen than the event itself. For I don’t know how periods work anymore and I’d rather bleed my thoughts over into strung out syntaxes that border a stream than a dead end. Why do I need to tell you how to read the phrase, and doesn’t that take away some of its purpose and meaning? Or this could be an frilly exhibition to convince you that you don’t need to be grammatically correct, or any “correct” if there is such a thing. But really, I want to read through the lines and between them as instruments of play, hurdling the colons, jumping the ellipsis, and you can pause then if you want, but I can’t possibly tell you when this road ends and another begins.