Joseph Wozniak (Woz Supposedly)
Portals. Two isles of mirrors. Copies of us extending infinite. In one distant reflection, I'm missing. In another I can't find you. My face looks unfamiliar in many. Of all these realities, my canon choices, this is my optimum path. Relieved to be with you, my Love, in a furniture store, surrounded by bargains. May it be perennial and in perpetuity, stay blessed.






