No one is listening. No one cares. No eyes on you. No definition of despair.

What do you do?

What do you love?

Why do you hesitate, when no one is looking from above?

You’re bullish. You’re mad. You’re a fortunate being, that has gone bad.

Your audience is your objective. Your passion is what you look like in plaid.

Take off your clothes.

Get even more mad.

Go.

Hurry.

Slow down fast.

Create what you love, without wearing a mask.

There is not a prize. Not a piece of history.

Be real to your vision, and let things come naturally.

Fight without an audience in mind.

Mind what you do, but push forward without any eyes on your prize.

I drove a total of 4,000 walking steps to pick up my pizza and come back home, which is equivalent of  about half of the way into the stratosphere near the poles on Earth.

The time it would take me to walk is equivalent to listening to your favorite entire 10 song album.

I rode on the equivalent of 7 large male silverback gorillas to travel to my destination.

for the price of a gumball and a half.

For the same price I paid for my pizza, I could buy 15 pounds of rice in bulk.

The stratosphere at the poles it starts at about 8 km (30,000 ft; 5 mi) altitude
Volvo wagon weight = 3082 lbs.

Large Male Silverback Gorillas = 450+ pounds
$3.50/gallon, 20 miles to the gallon
$0.17 cents/mile

Trip = 2 miles = $0.34 = gum ball & a half
1 miles = 2,000 steps or 20 minutes
$8.63 for medium pizza

Maybe This Will Stick is a look into how moments and memory interact to create who we are and what we do.