becoming a island boy is no small feat. time has forgotten me and so has modern society. you see people pass you by on the street, like ships in the ocean. perhaps I find I am no lighthouse. I sense ocean currents and the rocks that lie on my domain. earth tide floods my being and I learn to swim its depth. modern global machines, we are taught to make no sound as reality burdens us to carry our load. we cannot make a sound to warn others of our fate. the currents lead us to different shores. autism is an abandonment by our sensory geography.