Welcome to blogsplooge, a criminally harmonious mirage of sight and sound for the psychonomadic hermits of the Twenty First Century. We remain receptive to the recurring reflections of reiterative repetition found within and without (y)ourselves and appreciate those sacred rhythms of existence. Rejoin us as we remember that the bounds of being are frail, illusory, and resilient. She doesn't consider himself to be a leaf or a tree, so who are you?