Brown Bear's blog: "Action Without Visions Are Nightmares"

The sun was never bright to me. Never bright enough to open the draps to my mind but on a cloudy day with snow piled on the ground would have the curtains pulled and the show began. I'm my own puppet with strings attched to my own hands that drags his feet in the snow and all i want to know is who will be with me while i explore slow. There are vast regins of imagination so i feel like a kid and i want to know who wants to keep slow. Cause when you're a kid you're are fast but you understand everything slow. Imagination comes at you like the flips of shuffulings cards but you are slow in the snow. There are sooo many things to see out there but you are slow in the snow. I am my own puppet and my stage is ready. Time for the beginning act, shovel the snow very slow.