SELF COM – Self Communion

There is a thing that happens when the quiet/weird kid at the party decides to let their inner demons out for a wilding. All of his pent up grandiose chaos allows itself to be known. It is nothing short of enchanting to see that kind of freedom. The unsuspecting minglers shrink in terror, confused, unnerved. They run, they hide, but they can’t erase the shrieks of his wild-eyed pleasure and seismic undulations of turmoil manifested, burned into their senses. This is SELF COMMUNION and it is necessary.