I wish to explore the recesses of my own mind. I was to forage deep and retrieve the mental souvenirs of the things that brought me melancholy, discontent, anger, hurt, resentment and bitterness. I want to extricate these fungi, examine them with a third eye, a means of analysis independent from the biased two that I currently possess, and formulate a means of avoiding such grief in the future. I want to reach into the crevices and lovingly stroke all of the memories of happiness, hope, and love. I want to lavish deep appreciation to anf for those treasures, so rare, yet so essential in order to thrive. I wish to meet the inner workings of me.