They say a picture says a thousand words. This is a moving picture, and well, we will let it speak it’s millions…

The undefined may appear to some to be unsavory, boring, or even “lame”. We strongly disagree. Now, the purpose of lair is, as of yet, completely undefined. Let us introduce you to some new lair vocabulary. Undefinition: To be defined with only what we do. Our undefinition leaves us with so many possibilities, limitless potential and climbaxes. (insert german gasp for air here)

Let us cast our minds upon the words of Cat Stevens, who so poignantly said, ” I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul.” We, like the wind, choose freedom. The freedom to love, the freedom of expression, the freedom to push the limits of what our finite minds consider possible. Molds will be broken. Cages will be rattled. Boats will be rocked. And with fists raised high, we stand with thirst in our hearts. And who will quench us?

Be not concerned with direction, but rather content (or uncontent) with indirection. We extend a warm invitation to embrace our mutual vertigo.  We are all spinning, not knowing where we shall land, and if we shall land whole or maimed.

Stand shoulder to shoulder with us. Let’s get to know each other. We can turn the tables, flip the chairs. Let’s turn on the proverbial light together.
TheWind