In the same breath, it can show you the best decision of your life, followed by a profound realization that it was actually the worst. It radically influences words, transforming “love” from a primal, unwavering desire into a background noise that holds the fabric of personal reality together. The “dreams” alternate between hopeful aspirations and lost opportunities. “Home” begins as a sort of containment chamber, but slowly reveals itself as a complex web of nostalgic memories, feelings, and relationships that represent an unparalleled level of warmth and comfort. The “self” is born out of false confidence and false structure, only for the facade to eventually crumble and expose miles of undeveloped land and incomplete plans, patiently waiting for their potential to be realized. Of course, these are just my experiences with these words. Countless interpretations can be found and each of them is constantly evolving. It just shows the kind of stupid, abstract disaster that words can